I left my baby in Shangri La, she would not leave And when she broke my heart I wore it on my sleeve Now there's a ghost in me, and it's making everything I see Look like a post card dream, I want to send right back to me, love... She caught like fire, making ashes out of me She's a trip wire, she made a frightful mess out of me I woke up thinking maybe she's got second thoughts So I packed my bags and went right back to Shangri La And now she is right by me, but she is telling me I'm gonna have to leave The whole thing is just a bad dream She caught like fire, making ashes out of me She's a trip wire, she made a frightful mess out of me She caught like fire, making ashes out of me She's a trip wire... No I won't go back, won't go back!