What’s Left Of Your Nerve

What’s left of your nerve...
What’s left of your nerve...

So now you’ll discover what’s left of your nerve
You drift like a lost kite
No place in the world

It’s not what you’re used to, what lies ahead
It’s not like the paperback books you have read

The heat lies upon you, the January rain
The back yards, the storms come again & again

There’s no sanctuary...
There’s no sanctuary...

And my story’s the same, it’s just as pretty
Well that’s what you get
And my story’s the same, it’s just as pretty

You thrеw things together in the wintry dark
You packеd your whole life in the back of a car

Then you turned up angel, my innocent one
With your suitcase of knives and your kid leather gloves

One day i’m thinking—is your gentleness gone?
The next time i see you, you’re skinning the dog

You brought in the dark
There’s no sanctuary...
There’s no sanctuary...

And my story’s the same, it’s just as pretty
Well that’s what you get

What’s left? what’s left? what’s left of your nerve?