I'll Be Gone

Tonight I'll shave the mountain I'll cut the hearts from pharaohs I pull the road off of the rise Tear the memories from my eyes In the morning I'll be gone I drink a thousand shipwrecks Tonight I steal your paychecks I paint the sheets across my bed The birds will all fly from my head And in the morning I'll be gone Take every dream that's breathing Find every boot that's leaving Shoot all the lights in the cafe And in the morning I'll be gone I bet a thousand dollars I have a French companion I tie myself below the deck I pull the rope around my neck In the morning I'll be gone It takes a life to win her There is a drum of bourbon Eight hundred pounds of nitro His boots are thunder as he plays There is a stone inside it Tonight his bones will ride it I'll need a tent to hide it And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone And in the morning I'll be gone --- I'll Be Gone - Tom Waits