I don't care about the money
Me and money are through
But practical matters are certainly factors
And a bill will always come due
When money runs away through your hands
Don't bother calling it in
Money is nothing but a wondering dog
That dog that never comes home

I left the radio on
To keep the sounds out of my head
So little time that I can call mine
I spent the morning lying in bed
Metals get eaten by rust
And paper's too easy to burn
Home
Is just another place
Where I can never return

Trouble is a good friend of mine
He's been living too much online
Down in the digital life
Trouble can't even make strife

You took all of the money
Left me holding the gun
We were partners in crime, was that just a line
You told me to get me undone?
There's a number I could call to contest my downfall
But that bird has already flown
She left her feathers at the foot of my bed
I don't know where she is gone