My room is a museum A lifetime of my work I am the last Mohican I stand proud although I'm hurt Keep a cup of secrets From which I never drink I am an ancient king Who sits proud, but never thinks And if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I've cut all my strings And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat I'm moving back to Carolina where I'll live out on the coast Live out on the coast I have a box of trinkets I count them one by one Each one is a keepsake From a war that I have won I have a daily schedule Comfortable routine Watch months roll by with pleasure Like girls walking down the street But if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I've cut all my strings And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat I'm moving back to Carolina where I'll live out on the coast I've lost all my ambition Could've settled for less If I can't have you I don't care about the rest So if I find one more ring of yours mixed up among my things I just might sell all my belongings to make sure I've cut all my strings And if I find one more note crumpled up inside my coat I'm moving back to Carolina where I'll live out on the coast And if I find one more strand of black hair under my nightstand