Ezra Furman - No Place

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

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 til 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 whole 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
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