Don't Be Long

Don't be long on that crooked mile With your junky pose and your pawn-shop smile And don't be long in that tattered line Or you won't be long in this heart of mine Because you don't believe in coming home In the courtesy call or the fuckin' telephone No, you don't believe, you don't believe Don't be long out in the rain Because you fell flat fast asleep in your clothes again You don't belong out on Easy street Because you're always tempted far too easily And you don't believe in tender words Or that there's 4.6 billion other lonely people in the world No, you don't believe, you don't believe Don't be long my condescending one Waging wars and then defending them You won't be less strong if you surrender one Because you sure as hell don't belong to anyone And I don't believe your apologies And I don't believe when you get down on your knees No, I don't believe the tears you weep Because I don't believe you're losing any sleep over me I don't believe, no I don't believe So don't be long nursing your grief Because it's getting hard to suspend my disbelief And don't be too long crying in your sleeve 'Cause this offer's over come this new-year's eve Then I don't believe I'll be coming home To the TV on and the car keys gone No I don't believe, I don't believe No, I don't believe I'll be coming home I guess I could be wrong