If I leave this time of night   This street will have me dead   With its doorways and its downstairs   And the crack house up ahead      Sometimes I wish to hell   He’d time his speech as well   But he’s got to get this off his chest   Now here we go again      He thinks he’s getting old   And as his future, his ex-girlfriend   Thinks that he can not sleep with me      He says it’s best to stay   I might leave anyway   I have no history   No revolutionary cause    To claim my soul   Only he lying next to me   Gives the terms of his abandonment   He catalogues his destiny   He finds he has no room for me      Like a true American   I’m traveling, traveling far   I’m at a Texaco in New Mexico   And from there I find a bar   There’s only one man there   Soon he pulls up a chair   Forced to keel on his filthy breath   And here we go again      He talks of Indians   Hopi dancing, alcoholics, wounded knee   He thinks he loves me   He says they greet the sun   I wonder if he’s won      I have no history   No revolutionary cause    To claim my soul   Only he lying next to me   Gives the terms of his abandonment   He catalogues his destiny   He finds he has no room for me      Everyday’s an invitation   Just to get out of bed   Opportunities for women   Just drive and get ahead   Just like a tv show   With plenty more to go   So today I’ll try to want to care   And here I go again   It might be getting worse   And as my future, my ex-boyfriend   Thinks I do   I can not help you      I guess that no one wins   Get out your violins   We have no history   No revolutionary cause    To claim our souls   And oh, we had that destiny   But he found he had no room for me