It was early in the morning, we were sitting on the stoop
There wheeled away a starling and I thought that I would too

Oh, for all I knew
I was lost through and through
In my high heels and my old dress
With my new keys in the wrong city

I, I tie the knots to remember in my heart
So I choke and I sputter to a stop
I am a borrower and lender of the lot

I walk away asleep and chalk an outline 'round the scene
This shadow play of whiskey talk, a heavy denier dream

Oh, let it be, I was lost in him and me
In my high heels and my old dress
With my new keys in the wrong city

I, I tie the knots to remember in my heart
So I choke and I sputter to a stop
I am a borrower and lender of the lot

In my high heels and my old dress
With my new keys in the wrong city
In my high heels and my old dress
With my new keys in the wrong city

I, I tie the knots to remember in my heart
So I choke and I sputter to a stop
I am a borrower and lender of the lot
I am a borrower and lender of the lot
I tie the knots to remember in my heart
So I choke and I sputter to a stop