Leave your ticket

Don't you wait He's halfway to Brooklyn By now it's too late And god called me on the phone He said don't you come back home I could try and fight it off But by myself I'm not worth a lot And it's easy for you to say Easy come and it's easy go And you left your ticket by the door It's easy for you to say Lord something else I'm sick of the pity And ruined health Such a shame A boy sold his gun For a broken brain Easy come it's easy go You left your ticket by the door It's more you say More you say More you say Don't be late cus I'm down for you And time won't Help me through