Murder in the City - Brandi Carlile

If I get murdered in the city

Don’t go revenging in my name

A person dead from such is plenty

There’s no sense in getting locked away

And when I leave your arms

The things that I think of

No need to get over-alarmed

I’m coming home (I'm coming home)

I wondered which of us is better

Which one our parents love the most

I certainly get in lots of trouble

They seemed to let the other go

A tear fell from my father’s eyes

I wondered what my dad would say

He’d say I love you both

And I’m proud of you in so many different ways

If I get murdered in the city

Go and read the letter in my desk

Don’t bother with all my belongings, darling

Pay attention to the list

Make sure my wife knows that I loved her

Make sure my daughter knows the same

And always remember there’s nothing worth sharing

Like the love that let’s us share our name

Always remember there’s nothing worth sharing

Like the love that let’s us share our name