People expect you to fall Hit that same old wall Really they don't want to help at all People expect you to fall Hit that same old wall Really they don't want to help at all They talk behind your back today Shake their heads and say "Well, I always knew that the girl Would come to no good anyway" Better pack up and go Detroit or Buffalo Anybody want to know where, You don't know God knows, everybody gotta go sometime And I'm taking this train to end of the line Missing every mile that friend of mine And I haven't been too well myself A lot of time on the shelf Saying that I don't need help When I do But I'm going to be just fine A lot of friends, a little wine Still I wish I could see you again sometime It's hard to open up the door Like you've done so many times before Sometimes you think you just can't Do it anymore Take a chance and take a train Out into the pouring rain All you've got's your suitcase Full of pain