Mistress of the Stone

My thoughts are dirty
When there's no one in the room
If you were a lonely traveler like me
You'd be the same way too

I could have gone out dancing
At the fancy opera house
Instead, I ordered room service
I bought a ticket home, drunk dialed my brother
And ignored every message from you

You say my desires are outlandish
That I'm weak-minded and half-true
It's just when you think you got a hold of it all
It all gets a hold of you

But when I'm back in town
You won't see me hanging around
'Cause I was who I was, and I am who I am now

I heard you ran off with Penny Lane
Your Irish mistress of the stone
She calms your sailor mouth and keeps you sane
Makes your garden grow

When I'm back, I'll hear the useless talk
A piece of news on everyone
Those that are fixed and those now that are lost
Those forever no one

But when I'm back in town
You won't see me hanging around
'Cause I was who I was, and I am who I am now

The highway ends, I guess I'll write you back
We'll catch up and paint the town
This highway ends, I guess
I'll empty my sack
And meet you on your side of town