I left her

 I left my mother in Japan

I left her Tokyo

I left her in the blue Havana

Cafe in Borneo

She fell asleep in Bucharest

I put her on a train

She arrived in a parcel In Budapest

And I cried my tears in vain

I left my mother in Miami

And on the streets of Vancouver

And she was a pearl on the cold Scottish shore

Where the Eagles swoop and the yammy

Tides are washing her like a shell

I left her so I'm going to hell

To find out if I can find her well

But she's probably going to heaven

I left her somewhere off Lundy

I left her on Tuesday

Found her on Sunday

And it is a pool of retirement

fund pay

That the sharks are all circling round

And nothing remains 

But the bullet

It's so hard to chew

Not much remains but the brain

Where once such intelligence grew

You say you can save my soul, well who, knew

Who knew did you?

No you needn't say for you don't get pay

For doing what you're supposed to do

You are the same non-believer

Who bit the bullet of faith

Well did it serve you to leave her

When you went and got egg on your face?

And we're all in a traffic jam now boys

All time has come to a stop

For I left to go and buy an ice cream

Just from the snack shop

When I got back she was swimming

When I got back with the pop

And I could see the sunlight

gleaming over the water wave tops

I guess I must have left her for the last time

Just when the carousel stopped

And I climbed off the dancing pony

And then dizzy I just dropped

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It has been eleven months of hardship
And of toil
And I've been the only one to trip
Up on spilt oil
That I left there the night before
When I was frying bread
But these are all burnt offerings
That I've kept inside my head

The druggist sold me cures
For sleeping without my soul
She said it looks like you've left it somewhere
Stuck up a tree or out on a midnight stroll?
But I said
I've been nowhere
Just around the city of the dead
And she said perhaps you should try to enjoy
Yourself more
Why not try the tree of life instead?

Then I walked to the doctor he said
Take no notice of her,
What you need is a good lawyer
To tell about the laws and lore
He said you need more stories my son
About how the good die young
And how the old are dressed as mutton
And how the lion lies down with the lamb

I left him then in the morning as the sun it began to shine
And she had said good luck to you
Before she said your place or mine
And after several Bloody Maries
And a few Save Our Souls
I retired to the prairies where
The lipgloss took control
She was only speaking of a certain
Weakness in a man
When I heard her preaching service
To the rolling caravan

A rolling stone gathers no moss
Or else that what I think I heard her say
The dust that gathered around the microphone
Was like desert sand across a long highway
In some places it is thicker
In others it's just blown away
By the wind that warms the hitchhikers
And moves them on their way