Driving through Santa Rosa, New Mexico,
Feeling kind of lonely, not knowing which way to go,
I stopped at a truck stop phone
And I called you at home.
You said, "What do you want?"
I said, "I love you."
You gave me that silence.
I said, "Do you want to see me again?"
And you said, "No."
"Click," went the phone,
And I was alone.
I thought this one surely would take.
I got in my car and sped down the highway
Feeling my old heart break.
I burned your letters in Tucumcari,
Sitting in a park and watching the fire
Reflect all the hideous hate that you'd turned on me.
I took your record, your chinese carving,
And the ring that I bought for your starving soul,
And I put them in a pile by an old oak tree.
"Click," went the phone,
And then I was alone.
I thought this one surely would take.
I got in my car and sped down the highway
Feeling my old heart break.
Michael, I loved you,
But I'm gonna put you out of my mind, my car,
And my heart so far,
That you'll never come back.
And Michael, look above you,
And you'll notice that in place of that shining star
Made for you and me,
There's a space that's black.
Well, I had a good cry by the side of the road,
Then I wrote you a final letter that showed
What fools we'd managed to make out of me and you.
I enclosed your precious medal and snapshot
And a note from you that now was crap,
Not precious words, as we both know.
"Slam," went the box.
Well, I've had some hard knocks,
but I never had it hit me like this.
I got in my car and drove down the highway
Feeling your Judas kiss.
I made up my mind that our thing was over
And stopped on the berm by the very last clover-
Leaf just before you hit the Texas state line.
I opened your door and said I cared,
And thought of the beautiful moments we'd shared,
Then I kicked you out of my life,
And I felt fine.
"Slam," went the door;
I don't love you no more.
I hope someone stops to give you a ride.
I started my car and drove into Texas
With nobody at my side.
My side.
Michael, I loved you,
But I'm gonna put you out of my mind, my car,
And my heart so far,
That you'll never come back.
And Michael, look above you,
And you'll notice that in place of that shining star
Made for you and me,
There's a space that's black. That's black.
That's black, black, black, black, black.