Trisha Please Come Home

You don’t call me ever on the phone
Am I supposed to listen to Thin Lizzy
And get high on my own?
I went by the restaurant
Becky said
You don’t work there anymore
She said one guy too many made a pass at you
And you walked out the door

You dropped your apron in the parking lot
And never came back for your last paycheck

I don’t see you ever at the bar
I’m always on the lookout
For your busted ass Windstar
Your name’s off your buzzer
There’s no welcome mat
Sitting outside your door
Your neighbor said the landlord raised the rent ‘til you
Wouldn’t pay it anymore

You cleared the whole place out in a single night
And you were up and gone before it was light

You used to get so mad
I couldn’t take you serious
I’d make one stupid joke
And you’d act furious
You even warned me once
That you’d get out somehow
I guess you’re somewhere laughing now

Wild one wild one where’d you go?
Wild one wild one where’d you go?

Trisha please come home