Catching Matches

I’m gonna leave a good man soon

I’m gonna leave him when I choose

I’m gonna leave when the time suits me right

I’m gonna leave him in middle of the night

I pack my things and go

Take only what I can carry

Goodbye husband, goodbye wife

Goodbye big house, goodbye heart strings

Goodbye little baby, and goodbye long hair

Earring and necklace too, I’m gonna leave you

Gonna leave you and you

I’m going out to run with the big boys now

I’m leaving him in a bad situation

Well I’m going out catching matches now

Let them burn for a second, then flick them to the gutter

In a pile with one another

I’m gonna leave