Where's my mind Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Sittin' all alone Mouth full of gum In the driveway

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

It ain't you No it ain't me That's not the way Love's supposed to be And it's just no good No it ain't right For you to be sitting all alone Crying every night You're down on your knees

You don't have to be alone tonight Why you sitting at home tonight Waiting for him to call you up at midnight, drunk To tell you that he wants you Let's get out of town tonight Get lost and found tonight 'Til you don't care let me love you right Let's go

I'm by the wayside By the wayside Black eyes open wide It's time to testify There's no room for life And everyone's waiting for you And I'm gone, sitting by the phone And I'm all alone by the wayside Everyone's looking at you

I'm done with your bittersweet, bittersweet tragedy It's no fun, when I'm sitting all alone You're right in front of me It's no fun when I'm sitting all alone Melting through the cracks in my hands I guess I held on for too long And I'm done with your

It's hard enough being alone Sitting here by the phone Waiting for my memories To come and play It's hard enough sitting there Rockin' in your rockin' chair It's all too much for me to take When you're not there I'm older than I wish to be

Where's my mind Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Sittin' all alone Mouth full of gum In the driveway

Don't be cruel to who a heart that's true I don't want no other love Baby it's just you I'm thinking of You know I can be found Sitting home all alone If you can't come around At least please telephone Baby, if I made you mad For something I might have

Riding on the Metro You were passed as shallow word It isn't passed there's still a hurt I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain And you waiting there swimming