On the outside of your window I lie And make all my plans for the week. I can talk all night long about those that I love Well who's strong and who's weak
In her little black box she keeps pictures of Jesus And the bruises she received again. In his little black box he keeps his innocence And the tears when he said \'don't go...\'
But she didn't listen, did she? \'Dont go, Darling, don't go\'
Realizing that he didn't need her as much As he needed fixing again Wasn't half as hard as he thought it was gonna be Well atleast you're being honest
Don't go, but you never listen, do you? Don't go, just go, don't go
Can you hear my voice on the telephone Trying to feel alive again?
Finally realize that I didn't need them at all Much less to feel alive again