empty picture frame
jets to brazil
where i took your picture away
like a saint from some other place
from a love long gone away
i'll know that you're gone for good
when the dawn kicks me awake
i'll dress and move on put on what i can take
so take and get on you sweet thing
there's a phone call aimed at me tonight
leave me nowhere far out of sight
and some baggage i claimed
'til i thought this house was a home
i'll know that you're gone for good
when the dawn kicks me alive
i know we'll go on somehow we'll both survive
so take and get on you sweet thing
tonight you'll find me alone and getting high