Got A Suitcase, Got Regrets - Tom McRae

Change the locks on the door

Put out the light in the hall

I do not live here anymore

Put the world in a box

Turn the sign to the street

Aim for where the horizon and blue skies meet

But all I know is

I’m not ready yet

For the light to dim

Got a suitcase, got regrets

But I’m hopeful yet

I’ve been a gifted thief

Stole everything for the cause

I never had fingers as light as yours

So wake up pretty girl

See the hope in small things

Disappointment can wear you thin

But all I know is

I’m not ready yet

For the light to dim

Got a suitcase, got regrets

But I’m hopeful yet

And I’ll raise this glass of wine

And I’ll say your name

So let’s be killers babe

Make the great escape

From all the bitter words

Of every crowded street and empty heart

It’s Christmas day

Brooklyn in the rain

But I am safe inside a better world of hope and memory

Drunk on velvet wine

The Southern Cross for light

Deal your cards and hope that I can play a better hand this time