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HIDE MY TRACKS by Silvio Vinci
Don’t stop the record. Not yet. Left my jacket on your chair, Let you think that I was there. Paid the band to play it twice, Bought myself a little time.
Kitchen door and alley light, Someone else’s coat tonight. Took the long way through the crowd, Learned to leave without a sound.
Keep the change, keep the key, Keep the man I used to be. Let that record spin till dawn— Turn around and I’ll be gone.
There’s a message on the phone, Sounds like someone you have known. Same old laugh, a different name— Let it ring and play the game.
At the diner by the tracks, Someone asks if I’ll be back. “Keep the coffee hot,” I say— Leave the tip and slip away.
Keep the change, keep the key, Keep the man I used to be. Let that record spin till dawn— Turn around and I’ll be gone.
I don’t need another face, Just a little breathing space. No big speech, no last goodbye— Let the back door tell you why.
Keep the change, keep the key, (Keep the key!) Keep the man I used to be. Let that record spin till dawn— Turn around and I’ll be gone. (Long gone!)
