Now, make your getaway Mine is mine and yours won’t take its place Everyone’s a critic looking back up the river Every boat is leaking in this town Everybody is thinking they can all be delivered sitting in a box like lost and found But I found my place

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