I wanted to be rid of you
I ain't got no tomorrow
Gave myself a talking to
Met you in your sorrow
Broken lines wasted dimes
Spine in the doorway
Under stardust
Took my money on the sidewalk
Bit the curb with the tramps
Everybody talk, talk
To the pigeons and the streetlamps
Twisted limbs under your feet
Women in the window
Can't understand
I saw you there in the backyard in the cold with management and the rich folks
Wrap you up in ecstacy
Mind is in the gutter
When's the last time you felt free?
I don't believe I stuttered
Cross my heart
Kiss my eyes
Since you left me I'm not breathing
Ooooooooo
