Don't you wait
He's halfway to Brooklyn
By now it's too late
And god called me on the phone
He said don't you come back home
I could try and fight it off
But by myself I'm not worth a lot
And it's easy for you to say
Easy come and it's easy go
And you left your ticket by the door
It's easy for you to say
Lord something else
I'm sick of the pity
And ruined health
Such a shame
A boy sold his gun
For a broken brain
Easy come it's easy go
You left your ticket by the door
It's more you say
More you say
More you say
Don't be late cus
I'm down for you
And time won't
Help me through