Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall
Leave the death ledger under city hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today
Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet
Everything must belong somewhere
The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs
Everything must belong somewhere
I know that now, that is why I'm staying here
Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell
Leave the widower in his private hell
Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here
Leave the secret talk on the trundle bed
In truth the forest hears each sound
Each blade of grass as it lies down
The world requires no audience
No witnesses, no witnesses
Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool
You know it's true, why don't you leave me here?
