If there's coffee in the pot, leave it.

What about this house we bought? We don't need it.

I'm gonna tell you something, you're not gonna believe it:

But, I'm tired of this city, tired of this town, gonna leave it.

What about all our friends?

They won't miss us.

How will it all end?

Told her with my kisses.

The blacktop and the wind, are gonna fix us;

And I'll be your Man, Mama, if you'll be my Missus.

I'm gonna change my name, hide my face,

everbody knows us in this place;

you and me, Mama, without a trace.

Well, I'll hold the map, Honey, if you'll steer;

Make like we were never here.

You and me, Mama, gonna disappear.

Don't forget your coat; it might get cold.

Grab all the letters I wrote; we'll read 'em when we're old.

On the front door, leave a note, that says, it's sold.

Grab your dancin' shoes; leave all the lies I've told.

Don't forget the rings, I bought for you hands.

Bring your voice that sings, and your legs that dance.

Leave behind the things that never stood a chance:

Like you Mother's good china, and all our original plans.

I'm gonna change my name, hide my face,

everbody knows us in this place;

you and me, Mama, without a trace.

Well, I'll hold the map, Honey, if you'll steer;

Make like we were never here.

You and me, Mama, gonna disappear.

You and me, Mama, gonna disappear.