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He wasn't murdered by love or loneliness

He walked out on his own

It was a holiday night, he was out of state

Before she knew he'd gone

Leaving just enough for the weekly rent

Plus a little change

Taking the long way to any place

In the frozen rain

It was a roadside stop with a broken name

And he sat there all alone

In the used-up mirror he saw

His ghost come slowly walking over

He said, "Where are you goin', son? I'll go too

Listen, don't you think I know

What you've been doin'?"

He wasn't murdered or lost or ransomed off

He walked out on his own

With a rain to wash his conscience off

And an idea where he's goin'

Looking both ways on a one-way street

But the light won't change

Finding just enough behind the seat

To make her telephone ring