tonight I'll shave the mountain 
I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs 
I pull the road off of the rise 
tear the memories from my eyes 
and in the morning I'll be gone 

I drink 1000 shipwrecks 
tonight I'll steal your paychecks 
I paint the sheets across my bed 
the birds will all fly from my head 
and in the morning I'll be gone 

take every dream that's breathing 
find every boot that's leaving 
shoot all the lights in the cafe 
and in the morning I'll be gone 

I bet 1000 dollars 
I have a french companion 
I tie myself below the deck 
I pull the rope around my neck 
and in the morning I'll be gone 

it takes a life to win her 
there is a drum of bourbon 
800 pounds of nitro 
his boots are thunder as he plays 
theree is a stone inside it 
tonight his bones will ride it 
I'll need a tent to hide it 
and in the morning I'll be gone 
and in the morning I'll be gone 
and in the morning I'll be gone 
 

© tekst en muziek: Tom Waits – Kathleen Brennan