Everything I put in my bag
is everything I own.
I know it isn’t much, but it will be less
if I stay here too long.
You were an angel when I met you that day,
but now I feel there will be the devil to pay
if I stay.
So I’ve got to be on my way.  

You never cried, why would you start now.
This is not a tragedy,
just a change, no need to talk about it.
It’s the way it has to be.
I’ll put the key in the place where you hid it before.
This is the last time I will walk through the door.
So be good.
I’m getting out of the neighborhood.    

 I leave the city lights
 to taste the country nights.
 I’ll be free and away from every crowd
 I’ll find a new delight.
 I leave the city lights
 to taste the country nights.
 I’ll be free, and the things that are bothering me
 soon will be out of sight.  

Only your name is hangin’ outside,
the other one is gone.
But I know you well. You always knew how
to face the days to come.
If I’d get any mail would you send it to me.
I will leave you the number of my P.O.B.
So be good.
Hope someday I’ll be understood.    

 I leave the city lights
 to taste the country nights.
 I’ll be free and away from every crowd
 I’ll find a new delight.
 I leave the city lights
 to taste the country nights.
 I’ll be free, and the things that are bothering me
 soon will be out of sight.     

   ( City, city lights.
    Country, country nights.)