Send a letter home to your mother   And tell her who you've been.   Don't ask for money or a favor,   Just an old blue blanket   that you can lay your head in   'Cause there's a pen in your hand   That won't talk sense anymore   There's a ceiling fan   Showing movies on the floor   There's a gun on the table   Telling jokes about your friends,   And the chairs are all laughing   At this night that never ends   Things are subject to change      As days go by   Things are subject to change tonight   Take a long fall out of this slow game   And blow a kiss hello good-bye   By any other nick name    Is "You knew me then,   Now watch me go   There's a picture on the wall   That looks a lot like home   There's a story you tell,   And you wish it was your own   There's a girl you met who says    She's seen you before   And there's a letter that you left   Says that's not you anymore   You were never very clever   Walking straight lines    Down a curved road   Whisper, laugh and shout    At every other pleasure    'Til you closed your eyes    And disappeared without a trace