You left without saying goodbye
But that's okay and I know why 
I think that I would do it the same 
When no one was looking, I'd just slip away 
They took you to the Gulf of Mexico 
They opened the lid they let you go 
I might never see you again 
But you'll always be my best friend and 

There's still trouble in the streets 
You left it there for me 
There's still so much left to do
And I won't dishonor you

This world wasn't good enough for us 
Just two young punks pissed off in love 
We'd put that record on and sing 
"Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!" 
And I still feel the same 
But the kind of thinking drives you insane 
I'd step back and I'd take breaks 
But you never quit, not for a day and

There's still trouble in the streets 
You left it there for me 
There's still magic to be found 
And I won't let you down 

When I've had all that I could stand 
Please burn this body down to ash 
Take me to the Gulf of Mexico 
Open the lid and let me go 
Save a little bit in a can 
And strap it to the nose of a touring van 
Then at last, we'll both feel free
But please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me
Please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me
Please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me
Please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me


Thanks to lacadasical for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Vic for correcting these lyrics