Pointed windows, rusty stairs Local color push their wares They're stuck in their ways You tell me that you just don't care Don't pretend that you don't care Waves of undulating rain Visible from the little train Where you slept Sorry that I ripped your dress Sorry that I ripped your dress Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh You're already gone This house ain't a home I'll take the last flight I'll stare at my hands We'll make our last stand I'm leaving Detroit The pushing billboards, fast food chains Tires whining softly in the rain On the outskirts of town What it is that I don't got Who it is that I'm not You like it rough, or so you said I hit you till my fingers bled Your eyes are nickel blue A wedding ring nicked your chin A wedding ring nicked your chin Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh You're already gone This house ain't a home I'll take the last flight I'll stare at my hands We'll make our last stand I'm leaving Detroit Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh You're already gone This house ain't a home I'll take the last flight I'll stare at my hands We'll make our last stand I'm leaving Detroit You're already gone This house ain't a home I'll take the last flight I'll stare at my hands We'll make our last stand I'm leaving Detroit