Making my own city lights   Out of bourbon and the stars of a bar room fight   Face forward in the wind   If you don't know where it is but you know where it's been      Then it's leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where   Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where      I tried to keep myself in line   I been bad but I seem to get back I every time   Now I come back and the place is all locked   Between the door knob and the doorbell, somebody talked      Now it's leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where   Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where      Every time I turn around   Something else just floated away   There ain't a single thing that I've found   With wings that decided to stay      Maybe it's the place on the wall   Or maybe it's the space where the phone didn't call   or Maybe it's this thing in my chest   We'll know what it was by the hole that it left      Now it's leaving, leaving but I don't know where   Leaving, leaving, leaving but I don't know where