Walkin' Home Alone Lyrics - Stan Ridgway

Now there's last Sunday's paper 

Crumpled up and rollin' down the street away 

And there's a piece of gun 

Just waitin' for a ride on someone's feet today 

CHORUS 

And tonight I'll be walkin' home alone 

Therre's a million things I said 

And twice as many that I didn't say 

And I remember an afternoon 

A broken coffee cup and some Broadway tune 

And I shook her hand and I said...OK 

and now as I stroll by some skinny dog 

Left outside without a bone 

CHORUS 

And ain't it funny how one afternoon 

Can make two people stop and say 

That all the time they spent together 

Really didn't mean that much anyway 

Except a sink full of dirty dishes 

And a picture in a drawer 

And a hairbrush on the table 

And a hole punched in a door 

And if sher were here right now 

I'd tell her things I never told her before 

So now I hear a clock and I get up fast 

And draw the curtain on a brand new day 

I can't wait to get this cast off 

The telephone's dead, I guess they turned it off today 

Turn the key on the mailbox slot 

I'm lookin' for a letter but bills is all I got 

And even the cat she left me with 

Is goin' out with someone else 

So put another quarter in the jukebox Pete, 

But don't play the one with the sad trombone 

'Cause tonight I'll be walkin' home alone 

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DON'T BLAME ME... 

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Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the Humungous- 

[email protected] The Lord Humungous!" 

Glendale Community College, -The Road Warrior 

Glendale, Arizona 

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