It's nothing I can put my finger on. But it's there, I swear. It's not somethin' I'm imaginin'. Each time you call. I know I'll get your "working late routine" again.
It's a long, long way from where I am. To where I ought to be. I can't remember where I made this turn. Into no-man's land as far as I can see. . Stranded beaten and a broken down.
Ain't tried cigarettes. There is always alcohol. I could stay up all night long. Don't need to sleep at all. . I've got credit cards. I could run 'em up.
When the man from the flower-shop rings your doorbell today. Take the red rose with the ribbon of blue. You'll find a million memories you threw away.