She left me cold, left me broke

Now I'm out here, about to choke

The streets are mean, the streets are cold

Now that I remember these things, I'm getting old

Whatever hooks, whatever rhymes

I still think of you sometimes

I crashed the car, she stole my dog

Now I'm walking heavy here now through the fog

Sleeping on your porch, singing the blues

Nothing quite as lonely as nothing left to lose

Little birdhouses, wind chimes

I still think of you sometimes

I've been feeling like a dead man

You're supposed to cue me when I ramble

I can go on, baby, I can go on

It's just a little bit hard to handle

I've been feeling like a ghost

In these halls and hotel lobbies

I am no stranger, I am no stranger

There's nobody, nobody here to stop me

Nobody here to stop me there

What can I do? What do you say?

I think we can both agree that there's some changes to be made

Between the bus station and the airport lounge

I had to get lost before I could be found

Whenever I have one phone call, I just cross that line

I still think of you sometimes

I still think of you sometimes

Yeah, I still think of you sometimes

I still think of you sometimes

Yeah, well, sometimes

Yeah, I still think of you sometimes

Oh, baby, you know what I like