Just leave the hot white-trash in their shopping malls
Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet

And I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat

I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
Just leave the epic poem on its yellowed page
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain
Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet

I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere
'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today
Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool
You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today
Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel

Leave the ocean's roar in that turquoise shell

Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today
Oh, I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed

Yeah, everything must belong somewhere
The world requires no audience
Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square, yeah
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere
Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed
Everything, it must belong somewhere
Leave the homeless man, out in that cardboard cell

Leave the scientist in her Rubik's cube
They lock the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air
Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case

Everything, it must belong somewhere
Leave the widower in his private hell
In truth, the forest hears each sound
No witnesses, no witnesses
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain

'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere
Each blade of grass as it lies down
Oh, I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
Leave the horse's hair on the slanted bow

Just like the gold around your finger or the silver in his hair

'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere
Leave the worried look on your lover's face

A train, off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs
Leave the novelist in his daydream tune
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain
Leave the hawks of war in their capitals
Let the true genius in the padded room remain
Leave the poor, black child in his crumbling school today
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain
Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage
Now you know it's true, why don't you leave me here?
Leave the autumn leaves in that swimming pool

Let the organs moan in the cathedral remain