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