whisper That night in fountain square. The trash filled streets Made me wish we were headed home. There was love inside the basement, Where that woman used to lie In a sleeping bag we shared Upon the floor almost every night. And darling I’m drunk. Everything that I have loved is turned to stone. So pack your bag and come back home. And I’m wasted. You can taste it. Don’t look at me that way. ’cause I’ve been hanging from a rope. I will haunt you like a ghost. If my woman was a fire, She’d …