No Place - Ezra Furman

I found out on a Monday

The city I love doesn’t love me

In fact fuck that

It would rather see me dead

I hesitated for a minute

But I packed my bag that evening

I didn’t tell you I was leaving

I didn’t feel safe staying here

So I just left

Got in my red Camaro

In my head no tomorrow

Realized it had all been borrowed time

That I was living on till now

The sun came up less friendly

My sense of safety dead

Before the red sky gave way to cold blue

I wonder who I might be now

From the wrong road, miles from no place

From the road I call and call

This whole world is no place

This world is no place at all

No place for a creature like me

So if you’re like me indeed

Meet me somewhere way out

On the outer outskirts of town

At the BP diesel station

In my sick imagination

You’re already on your way

To take my hand and hold me up so I don’t drown

I just pray you get this letter

I hid it in your sweater drawer

So the authorities could never see

The plan that I put down

But all the warming weather

May mean that you won’t ever

Reach into the secret drawer

And maybe you’d inform the landlord anyway

Let me say it again, in a better way

I need a pile of rubble

To call my domicile

Far from the violent rabble

And could I trouble you to come along

And listen to me babble

How long will we babble on in exile

Babble on in exile

And something tells me I may be

Singing this song a long, long while

But I’ll be bringing along a big broad smile

To wear as I walk that final long mile

Back to the city where they broke my heart wide open

Bleeding on the marble tile

From the wrong road, miles from no place

From the road I call and call

This whole world is no place

This world is no place at all