Jets To Brazil - Empty Picture Frame

i just found the frame
where i took your picture away
and in my wallet
like a saint from some other place

that picture repays
my eyes as they glaze
a thousand lashes
from a love long gone away

i'll know that you're gone for good
when the dawn kicks me awake i'll dress and move on put on what i can take
so take and get on you sweet thing

there's a phone call aimed at me tonight
here it comes, out go my lights
leaves me nowhere far out of sight

now i've got the frame
and some baggage that i claimed
i came home to
a world sadly changed