I've been wishing that you'd prove me wrong,
That you'd come clean and rue the damage the done,
Restore my faith in you
But you've got no reason to
'Cause ain't it easier to just move on?
One door closing means another one
Opens unto
Some unsuspecting fool
Sure, you can forget about all the things you've done.
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
High-tail it when it gets to be too much
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
You can sell us down the river,
Sell us down the river
You were never the one
To suffer
I've been hearing that you're leaving town.
The dust never settles when you're around.
Too many people with
Your name on top of their lists
Now, tell me, when you start again,
Where will you house your skeletons?
Or will they stay behind,
Your settlement in kind?
Sure, you can forget about all the things you've done.
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
High-tail it when it gets to be too much
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
You can sell us down the river,
Sell us down the river
You were never the one
To suffer
Down the river
Down the river
Down the river
Down the river
Artist: Madina Lake
Artist: Dinah Washington
Artist: Bowling For Soup