Any day now you could go and leave me
Any day now it could be your last one
Any day now you could get that feeling
That your leaving time has come

Here by the fire of the city
Dreams hang like smoke there around you
Worldly desires, ripened fruit on the vine
Rot in the heat unused

Any day now you could go and leave me
Any day now it could be your last one
Any day now you could get that feeling
That your leaving time has come

I pull at the drawer with your pictures
And scatter the beamings of youth
The strength of your form and your curls, they're all gone
But my love is not through with you

And seen only when far away
And clear when only we have parted
The scrapes that stay when feeling fades
The grace in all of your markings

Any day now you could go and leave me
Any day now it could be your last one
Any day now you could get that feeling
That your leaving time has come