send a letter home to your mother and tell her who you ve been don t ask for money or a favor just an old blue blanket that you can lay your head in cause there s a pen in your hand that won t talk sense anymore there s a ceiling fan showing movies on the floor there s a gun on the table telling jokes about your friends and the chairs are all laughing at this night that never ends things are subject to change as days go by things are subject to change tonight take a long fall out of this slow game and blow a kiss hello good bye by any other nick name is you knew me then now watch me go there s a picture on the wall that looks a lot like home there s a story you tell and you wish it was your own there s a girl you met who says she s seen you before and there s a letter that you left says that s not you anymore you were never very clever walking straight lines down a curved road whisper laugh and shout at every other pleasure til you closed your eyes and disappeared without a trace