i left a camel coat on the train to Idaho / out on the ninth fairway, and then a chimney dusts it all in grey / molly, where you been tonight / when she discovered me, she took my matches and my keys / and then she stole my socks, gave me a room without a view, and flipped the locks /when you take your leave of me, tell the people that you see in the places that you roam: someone needs you back at home / i’m gonna count to ten and hope you change your mind by then / and then i’ll steal your socks, give you a room without a view, and flip the locks
