From the recording Like The Moon Draws The Water
Featuring Nick Herbert on guitar and Mike "Tyree" Macintyre on harmonica.
Lyrics
There were loads of old injustice
There were trunkfuls of mistrust
Duffels stuffed with had-enough, in the
box and baggage made of us
There was nothing on the highway
Empty miles of empty air
I took just what I could carry
Most of it may still be there
What a big disgrace
Keep a cool face
Fightin’ off the memories one by one
Got a blue suitcase
Find a new place
Got to get away, got to run run run
You will break me like a habit
Cut your nose to spite your face
I have watched you clear your closet
Banish all that falls from grace
I am not so harmless either
Wind you close until you choke
I’ve been no more than the fever-
dream from which you just awoke
What a big disgrace
Keep a cool face
Fightin’ off the memories one by one
Got a blue suitcase
Find a new place
Got to get away, got to run run run