Lyrics:

Take your pills, take your pets
And go rolling down the road
I got a nasty little bruise
Thanks to your last episode

Well, you're so cold and I'm so gray
And I can hardly save the day
Think we're falling into darkness
Running blind

You got troubles, yes it's true
And they all begin with you
If you don't let somebody in
You're gonna die in liar's gin

But you never wanna row
Towards the origin of storms
And you locked away your heart
One more time

So take your books, take your broom
Take your little bag of gloom
And I'm lost and I'm through
And I'm crying out for truth

Maybe when you're all alone
You'll realize where love comes from
But until you take that time
You're just blind