(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!