When i left your place you were sleeping
On tomorrow's New York Times
Before my feet were out the door
Your story caught my eye
And I stood like a deer in the headlights
Well you ain't the only one with a deadline...
When I left your place you were sleeping
I left your place in the rain
Well the newsstands were selling your pictures
With a coffee and a roll
West 4th made Bushwick bigger
Brooklyn please don't you swallow me whole
Well I left your place for a reason
Hell it ain't my position to judge
When I left your place you were sleeping
When I left with the cold for the sun
For now I'll just sleep on the subway
For now is the past to the young
And the old dance in turnstiles with roughnecks
Cut me down to the core to my soul
I came back to your place with a newsprint
I came for the love that I stole
Slipped it right from your bed to my pocket
Pulled the newspaper under your door
Cut the bag from the thin blue plastic
And your picture's right there just like magic
When I left your place you were sleeping
Now you're up and I'm asking you for...
For just one more night for the headlines
For just one last drink for the road
When I left your place you were sleeping
When I left with the sun for the cold...
Let your smoke sit tight on my ceiling
Even though baby, you smell like fire
After all its my fault for believing
Everyone falls in love with the lighter