There is a taste in my mouth

And these words they just won’t wash it out

There’s a message on the wall saying to call

Or get out

Hole in her Dire Straits shirt

And she cries that they went home without her

But she’ll save her regrets till the morning instead

Ahh aah

It’s a slow separation

From the place we used to be

It’s a slow separation

From the better parts of me

You’re a growing pain to me now

And we both won’t fit on the side walk in town

Now at the impasse

If we stay here, we won’t last

It’s a slow separation

From the place we used to be

It’s a slow separation

From the better parts of me

There is a moment in time

When the motion it drags you farther behind

And everyone’s home now

Except you

It’s a slow separation

From the place we used to be

It’s a slow separation

From the better parts of me