And the funny thing is it has no end
I try to call you up, at 2am
In a crowded bar, your ringer tones

Grab my mind

I can see you through the phone,

The phone, the phone
And I'm wide awake at home
At home, at home

So think I'll seem like (?)
And hope you don't catch
The bourbon on my breath

My breath, my breath

Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street

And the cars fly through the Bowery
I come to your door and I hear a moan
Then another voice, so Christ, she's not alone

Alone, alone
And my heart sinks like a stone
A stone, a stone

And the tears won't even come
I feel so numb
So swept aside, so dumb

So dumb, so dumb

When the words are wrong

And my patience gone
Will you tell me
Does this mean you're moving on?


From the balcony, you call my name
I see you standing in the rain

Your words so dry, your face so wet
Said I broke your heart,
But it hasn't happened yet

I'll bet, your friends all hate me now
I get the strangest looks,
From that (*##$y crowd

And though, they must think
They have every reason to
I guess I'm still not quite yet over you


When the words are wrong
And you're hanging on

Another guy's arm
Does this mean you're moving on?