And now the sounds of Paul Revere! Ladies and gentlemen, you may send your votes to box 1969-7-3-4-1-9-2-4... or whatever your number is! (I love you, girl) (Even though you've left) Well, you hide But you know She's not there But you're still waiting There's a rhyme In your mind It's the truth, but you won't listen Walk alone Down the broken cracks in miles of dirty sidewalks And you know She will make it Without you Without you Without you Without you At the head Of your bed Her perfume is on your pillow No one's home As you smoke Staring though your empty table And the trashman collects the garbage Every week at Sunday And you know She will make it Without you Without you Without you Without you Said I dreamed Does it seem That her legs were made of honey? And the walls Softly call And the stove's not even burning And the landlord who crawls upon your door Is only shadows And he knows She will make it Without you Without you Without you Without you