She’s moving out of town
She emptied her bank account
Cashed out her mother’s brown chaise longue
And her gown
The bus’s leaving after lunch
In a gloomy and drizzly spell
She looked in the eyes of her neighbor’s son
While he frowned
She told that boy there is a place where she belongs
Said, yes I’m sure, well not too sure
I guess I just have to go.
She’s moving out of town
Cocktail’s counter in the pub
Left an unfinished whiskey sour
And a card
“The upright Eight of Cups”
So the signs have long been shown
Grumpy men sitting on the ground
So drunk and so lost feeling numb
She told them once there is a place where she belongs
Said, yes I’m sure, well not too sure
I guess I just have to go.
Yes she said there is a place where she belongs
Of that I’m sure, well not too sure
I guess she just has to go.
She’s moving out of town
She left without a sound
She’s moving out, she’s moving out of town
