more embarassing myself on the 'net

with co-writing credit going to my good friend, Rick.

Gonna rent me a room where I wont stay.
gonna build me a boat gonna sail away
Gonna dig me a moat to keep people away
Gonna give away my coat before the sleeves fray

(bridge)

I'm gonna run out of the right things to say
I'll try to forget you, every day
I'm gonna run out of the right things to say
I'll try to forget you, every day

(chorus)
Gonna love you Gonna leave you
Bow before you And deceive you
I'll beg for your return, Smiling as you walk away

Gonna wake up and drink myself sober
Gonna leave this town gonna start over
Gonna trade in my honda for an old land rover,
Gonna slap it in gear and run for cover