by Randi Garnick (Randi Garnick)
my hand is on the handle
i got one foot out the door
my heart is geared to ramble
and I can’t hear you anymore
i’ll take my chances, baby
shake your bitter from my sweet
let loose what i never had, (anyway)
it was never mine to keep
when a house becomes a prison
when love becomes a debt
when a vow becomes a burden
and a soul a silhouette
when days and time are measured
by the anger in your eyes
when coming home means nothing more
than trouble’s on the rise
i got a verbal fist of truth
i think that you might need
when you love somebody, baby
you don’t make ‘em bleed
my face is not on standby
while you keep working on yourself
i got my good shoes on and i’ll be gone
and your sorry’s on the shelf
when a house becomes a prison
when love becomes a debt
when a vow becomes a burden
and a soul a silhouette
these four walls and a few chairs
a bed and kitchenette
love fell off the railing
well, I haven’t found it yet
like a mirror reflects in pieces
and still it cannot see
i catch your eye as i pass by
i watch you watching me
so my hand is on the handle
I got one foot out the door
my heart is geared to ramble
and i can’t hear you anymore
i’ll take my chances, baby
shake your bitter off my sweet
let loose what I never had, (anyway)
It was never mine to keep
It was never mine, to keep
(acapella)
when a house becomes a prison
when love becomes a debt
when a vow becomes a burden
and a soul a silhouette