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He wasn't murdered by love or loneliness He walked out on his own It was a holiday night He was out of state before she knew he'd gone Leaving just enough for the weekly rent Plus a little change Taking the long way to anyplace In the frozen rain It was a roadside stop with a broken name And he sat there all alone In the used-up mirror he saw his ghost come slowly walking over He said, "Where are you goin' son? I'll go too. Listen, don't you think I know What you've been doin'?" He wasn't murdered or lost or ransomed off He walked out on his own With a rain to wash his conscience off And an idea where he's goin' Looking both ways on a one-way street But the light won't change Finding just enough behind the seat To make her telephone ring |