Out the Airlock

Thrown out of a moving limousine
Tied up in corners with no hope of escape
Followed at high speed
Roughed up and handcuffed and led away
Dangled upside down from a great height
Tied to the rails as the train rounds the bend
Hijacked and hotwired
Snarled at by dogs against the chain link fence
Then she tells you
She tells you
She tells you you’re not home
Sucked out of the airlock
Cornered like a rat in the crowded city square
Lowered into volcanoes
Bound up back to back in smart matching chairs
She tells you
She tells you oh
She tells you you’re not home
My sweetheart dreams
My sweetheart dreams in an empty bed
My sweetheart dreams of revenge.
Left for dead in mexico
Forged and counterfeit, invisible ink
Cut out words on a ransom note
Oh i beg you honey it’s not what you think
then she tells you
she tells you
she tells you you’re not home
then she tells you you’re not home