You came home this morning. Wearing the clothes you wore last night. Dress so wrinkled, hair's all out of place. You say you fell asleep at your sister's watching movies.
Your desperate ways are gonna hurt you. Your desperate ways will make you cry. You'll make your man pack up and leave you. Well, I'm that man whose saying goodbye.
1, 2. 1, 2 ready go. . This big city seemed like a small town till you left me. Now I look for you everywhere but I can't find a trace. Without you the city's cold and unforgiving.