Letras:Luke Doucet. Broken (And Other Rogue States). Lucky Strikes.

I left a trail of Lucky Strikes on the way up to your room in case the sun went down, I'd find my way home.
Now one and one half years have passed and its time for me to go, yeah.
But my the smokes have all been kicked away,
I'm blazing a new trail from your cold, cold heart.
So I thought about the things you said that I should have done.
The list is tall just like the lies you tell,
like: baby you're one for me and we should settle down.
But a fortune cookie's got more jam.
The thing about escape is that you must go all the way.
You keep on running till you find a home.
I look across the prairies and I'm watching you for days, you're getting smaller but you never fade away.
I could learn some tricks from you, 'cause your nimble with the cards- it's true.
But I have got some of my own and when I flip my hand the vacancy light dims and the house is full, it always was.
The house was always full

(Thanks to Claire for these lyrics)