| On a free ride home | 
| From the embassy | 
| I saw the governor and his lover holding hands | 
| When I got to my place | 
| I emptied my suitcase | 
| And opened the windows wide | 
| If you could save yourself, you’d save us all | 
| Is that what you called me for | 
| Is that why you’re knocking on my door? | 
| The time I’ve spent working myself to death | 
| Thought that’s what you wanted | 
| I thought you needed my help | 
| To make it good again, to make us strong | 
| To make you happy, to push you along | 
| And gain some respect to be thrown a crumb | 
| I was on my knees when you knocked me down | 
| The wheels fell off, the bottom dropped out | 
| The checks all bounced, I came in your mouth | 
| Your mother came calling but there was no one around | 
| The trash caught fire when the leaves turned brown | 
| The vultures were circling when the circus left town | 
| I left you a note but I wrote it in disappearing ink | 
| If you could save yourself, you’d save us all | 
| Is that what you called me for | 
| Is that why you’re knocking on my door? | 
| The time I’ve spent working myself to death | 
| Thought that’s what you wanted | 
| I thought you needed my help | 
| To make it good again, to make us strong | 
| To make you happy, to push you along | 
| And gain some respect to be thrown a crumb | 
| I was on my knees when you knocked me down |