Without a Sound (Eleanor)

Your lawyer can go to hell.
 The ink's still wet on our wills.
 That's when I told her,
 "It's time to start over."
 Now there's a house to sell.
 Take this ring of keys
 The copies you made for me
 Tell me the truth, then.
 Tell me you love him.
 Because, baby, this scar won't heal
 I'm just a fool you
 Love to be cruel to
 The gravel under your wheels.
 Without a sound,
 I'm hiding out, I'm hiding underground.
 Eleanor,
 I'm hiding out on your back porch.
 Without a sound,
 I'm hiding out, I'm hiding underground.
 Eleanor,
 I'm hiding out on your back porch.
 As soon as the fog lifts,
 As soon as the smoke drifts.
 Nearly November then.
 Maine has those sweet pines
 Bells and your wind chimes,
 I'll never be back again.