Over the mirror of a table top, a tyrannosaur waits in a china shop
Strangers meet in neutral spaces, strangers speak in neutral voices
We are just ghosts in an outpost town, and we’re reading a map that’s upside down
We have come from many places, we have come from many choices
Your hand is a knot around your brandy
And your knuckles are white with misunderstanding
We both wish death to a confrontation
Under my breath is an incantation
I say, go your own way, now you’re free
From the ball and chain of loving me
I myself am free likewise
From looking through the endless landfill sites of a memory
Under the veil of a candle’s smoke, here is a dagger, here is a cloak
We will sit through awkward pauses, wait until the moment passes
Oh, time has worn you well, you seem the same but no I cannot tell
Now no more observations, here is an open invitation
To go your own way, now you’re free
From the ball and chain of loving me
I myself am free likewise
From looking through the endless landfill sites of a memory
Here is another open question, here are no more accusations
Here is a map of my own creation, here is a road of my own suggestion
I have never known a sea like the one that separates you and me
Even side by side in this same sentence nothing ever makes a difference
Would you rather a gun or a goodbye kiss
And say, this I’ve done but you’ve done this
No need for retribution – here, oh here is a resolution
Don’t we say go your own way, now you’re free
From the ball and chain of loving me
I myself am free likewise
From looking through the endless landfill sites of a memory
Go your own way, now you’re free
From the ball and chain of loving me
I myself am free likewise
From looking through the endless landfill sites of my memory