my suitcase has laid packed in the middle of the floor for two hours stacked on top of two days and i am sitting on the couch thinking it's just either/or as to whether i'm going or staying. it's kind of funny how shit like this goes down all hanging on what is essentially a flip of a coin but what's funnier is that i have found out that it's the only way i'll know where to go i've got my socks i've got my underwear i've got a picture of us tucked away with care between the folds of my memory where no zipper can let it out and that's how we'll stay for now my reasoning seems thin if i examine it too closely but i don't think i can even try to all i need is to hear the sound of the door closing behind me or i'll be in a jam, i'll be stuck in a lie to myself I've got my map of the united states and i've got my path exactly traced but eventually i'll point myself back at you and the sunrise to flatter my eyes i'll have my guitar in the back seat and when i hit the brakes i hear the hum of the strings through the case and i'll know i'm raising the stakes cause i left you behind i wasn't very kind and i'm worried sometimes if you're going to eat at all or how you'll fall asleep without me i've got a pocketful of quarters and i'll be seeking out each payphone on each desolate street corner to sing into the answering machine cause i hope you'll still want to hear my voice but either way i won't give you a choice so my suitcase is still packed lying in the middle of the floor the decison comes down to just a matter of either/or but i hear your key in the door