Abe Lincoln

That could've been Abe Lincoln sportin' 50 dollar glasses Standing at the bar throwing all the girls passes Standing in the rain at the end of the line Trying to find something that will never be mine She could've been Jean Harlow eating popcorn at the movies Still trying to get me to listen to them old Flamin' Groovies Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine Trying to find something that will never be mine And you're fading slow like a bloodstain on my sleeve And I'm learning faster and faster just what it takes to leave What it takes to leave Well I could've been a saint and not a rank backslider But I was praying in a cell, I was so deep inside of her Standing on the tracks with a bottle of wine Trying to find something that will never be mine You're fading slow like a bloodstain on my sleeve And I'm learning faster and faster, just what it takes to leave Well it could've been a blonde in that long red Cadillac Driving down the Avenue B, baby Screaming "fuck you, daddy, I ain't ever coming back" Staring out the window like an angel divine Just another kiss that will never be mine And you're fading slow like a bloodstain on my sleeve And I'm learning faster and faster, just what it takes to leave What it takes to leave What it takes to leave What it takes to leave Yeah, what it takes to leave