Where you going   with your head hung down   Papers blowin' through the streets of town   They've already taken all    of your posters down   Didn't take 'em long once   the orders came down   Sunrise off the lake shining in your eyes   Shining on the wasted and the wise   All you hear ringing in your ears are    boldfaced lies   That scream like the gulls in that smoke stained amber sky      (chorus)   Fly back to the nest if it helps at all   Saint Mary of the Woods in the early fall   The leaves are turning on the Wabash now and children sing to you   They sing a song of your dreams come true      Where you goin'   brandy on your breath   Bottle's open spilled across the desk   Snifter's broken, smashed against the wall   Just the way your standin' says it all   You hung the sign out please do not disturb   Driver's waiting out front on the curb   Write it off as one more half sold show   Once they've seen your best they can forget about the rest don't you know