Write My Ticket - Tift Merritt

This city must belong to someone

But it don’t belong to me From the window I got here

I count the traffic through my tears

Wanting to write my ticket

Write my ticket home.

I got to get back in the arms

Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people

Who have always been about me Take me back

I was wrong

Write my ticket home

Place called Suzie’s and the waitress

She says, girl, you’ll get used to all this

There is no way she could see

How much that cold rain gets to me How much I’ve traded for a picture in my mind

I got to get back in the arms

Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people

Who have always been about me Take me back

I was wrong

Write my ticket home

I can hear them sitting and joking

She talks so weird

Though she come back broken

Well I had to drive

I eat some pies

I wish I would talk ???

I got to get back in the arms

Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people

Who have always been about me Take me back

I was wrong

Write my ticket

Write my ticket

Write my ticket home