dropped me off at detox,
i watched you drive away.
we spent twenty minutes saying our goodbyes.
i got a dose of methadone;
it'll make me feel okay.
but when it wears off, then i know you're gone.
i'll be out in seven days,
out of this drug-induced haze.
but you will be on your way to seattle, to seattle.
so i hope and i pray
that we'll be together again someday. and
maybe you might wait around, wait around for me.
things could be better,
but i guess i can't complain.
they got cereal and the nurses are mostly sane.
i've been been playing ping pong
and sleeping in a chair
through the meetings,
dreaming you are somehow there.
i'll be out in seven days,
out of this drug-induced haze
but you will be on your way to seattle.
i'll be out in seven days
that's not soon enough.
i'll be out in seven days;
that's not soon enough for you.
we'll be gone
and that's one less reason to carry on
with two broken hearts
when we put 'em together, find the missing parts
in seattle, in seattle.