Subject To Change

Send a letter home to your mother
 And tell her who you've been
 Don't ask for money or a favor
 Just an old blue blanket
 That you can lay your head in
 'Cause there's a pen in your hand
 That won't talk sense anymore
 There's a ceiling fan
 Showing movies on the floor
 There's a gun on the table
 Telling jokes about your friends
 And the chairs are all laughing
 At this night that never ends
 Things are subject to change
 As days go by
 Things are subject to change tonight
 Take a long fall out of this slow game
 And blow a kiss hello good-bye
 By any other nick name
 Is "You knew me then
 Now watch me go
 There's a picture on the wall
 That looks a lot like home
 There's a story you tell
 And you wish it was your own
 There's a girl you met who says
 She's seen you before
 And there's a letter that you left
 Says that's not you anymore
 You were never very clever
 Walking straight lines
 Down a curved road
 Whisper, laugh and shout
 At every other pleasure
 'Til you closed your eyes
 And disappeared without a trace