(The) Door

Baby when I think of all my yesterdays When I dream about tomorrow When I recount my joys When I remember my sorrows Sometimes a man gotta say what he's gotta say I ain't hangin' around no more Tonight I'm packing up my Samsonite And I'm walking right out the door You know there's been some good times babe Sure there's been some bad times too But the worst time is gonna be tonight Cause tonight I'm leaving you Sometimes a man gotta say what he's gotta say Even if it's real bad news Tonight I'm walking out that door And I'm making love to a bottle of booze Don't try and track me down!