My dearest Miss Patsy I’m writing to say. That I’m sorry to not be in touch. It’s been quite a parade but my thoughts never strayed. Too far or too long or too much. CHORUS. Miss Patsy forgive all the choices I made. I’ve been fighting shadows on the wrong crusade. Looking for ghosts in a penny arcade. Miss Patsy no more will I roam. Miss Patsy won’t you carry me home. They held me to ransom back there in the foothills. And nobody stumped up a bean. Not Swifty nor Eddie came up with the ready. It can make you think people plain mean. CHORUS. I’ve been hanging out with some virtuous people. They emptied my bank account twice. They gave me self-confidence even some clothes. And a truckload of love and advice. When they gave out the cyanide pills with a wink. And said Wait for the word any day now we think. I knew it was time to pull back from the brink. Miss Patsy no more will I roam. Miss Patsy won’t you carry me home. Miss Patsy I looked at myself in the mirror. Decided I needed some work. Got me a nose job a shave and a haircut. To drive all them ladies berserk. But the arm round my waist was a man in dark blue. He said Ain’t you him? We’ve been looking for you. Now I’m sharing a cell with a holy kung fu. Miss Patsy no more will I roam. Miss Patsy won’t you carry me home