Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
He wasn't murdered by love or loneliness
He walked out on his own
It was a holiday night, he was out of state
Before she knew he'd gone
Leaving just enough for the weekly rent
Plus a little change
Taking the long way to any place
In the frozen rain
It was a roadside stop with a broken name
And he sat there all alone
In the used-up mirror he saw
His ghost come slowly walking over
He said, "Where are you goin', son? I'll go too
Listen, don't you think I know
What you've been doin'?"
He wasn't murdered or lost or ransomed off
He walked out on his own
With a rain to wash his conscience off
And an idea where he's goin'
Looking both ways on a one-way street
But the light won't change
Finding just enough behind the seat
To make her telephone ring