(Written by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan)      Tonight I'll shave the mountain   I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs   I pull the road off of the rise   tear the memories from my eyes   and in the morning I'll be gone   I drink 1000 shipwrecks   tonight I'll steal your paychecks   I paint the sheets across my bed   the birds will all fly from my head   and in the morning I'll be gone   take every dream that's breathing   find every boot that's leaving   shoot all the lights in the cafe   and in the morning I'll be gone   I bet 1000 dollars   I have a french companion   I tie myself below the deck   I pull the rope around my neck   and in the morning I'll be gone   it takes a life to win her   there is a drum of bourbon   800 pounds of nitro   his boots are thunder as he plays   theree is a stone inside it   tonight his bones will ride it   I'll need a tent to hide it   and in the morning I'll be gone   and in the morning I'll be gone   and in the morning I'll be gone