Empty Picture Frame Jets To Brazil

I just found the frame — where I took your picture away — in my wallet, like a saint from some other place
That picture repays my eyes as they glaze
A thousand lashes from a love, long gone away

I'll know that you're gone for good when the dawn kicks me awake
I'll dress and move on, put on what I can take
So take and get on, you sweet thing

There's a phone call, aimed at me tonight
Here it comes; out go my lights
Leave me nowhere, far out of sight

Now, I've got the frame and some baggage I claimed
I came home to a world, sadly changed
So I got stoned 'til I thought this house a home
When I came down, I found myself alone

I'll know that you're gone for good when the dawn kicks me alive
I know we'll go on; somehow, we'll both survive
So take and get on, you sweet thing

Tonight, you'll find me alone and getting high
Up we float, down I fly
Leave me nowhere, far out of sight
Leave me nowhere, far out of sight
You leave me nowhere, far out of sight