I Won't Be Here

When it seems you're everywhere

And nowhere at all

When you roam these Austin nights

And never call

When those vicious rumors come rollin'

Round, round, round

I ain't gonna blow my stack

But I won't be here when you get back

When I hear how easy you spread

How easy you sprawl

Well, my pulse may slow down to a crawl

When your haunted house of cards

Comes tumblin' down, down, down

Well, I won't have no heart attack

But I won't be here when you get back

When crooked mouths call the house

An' wanna know where you are

And then ask me with a chuckle if I'm your pa

Well, I won't stoop to puttin' landmines

In your stompin' grounds

I won't start to drink or dress in black

But I won't be here when you get back

Oh, you ain't worth my sorrow or my tears

Or another single one of my years

You ain't even worth this song

You're only worth the sound

Of the front door slammin' with a crack

I won't be here when you get back