(Linden/Angelo)
There's a long list of whys
You're not here tonight
It's dark outside
You couldn't find a ride
Things were loose
Time got tight
Must've been an oversight
You'll write me of where you might be
Now the candle's burned out and the wine's all gone
And the dogs outside are gonna howl 'til dawn
I'm gonna lock all the doors
I'm gonna bolt all the windows
I'm gonna turn off that lonesome song
I'm gonna wipe out your words
I'm gonna tear up your picture
I'm gonna pray that it won't be long
Until your memory's gone
Out of touch out of time
Spend a quarter drop a dime to find out
What loneliness is about
Tell the truth
Make it good
And you'll hear it in the neighbourhood
To haunt you
Come to taunt you
But you don't have to waste another word
'Cause I've got everything a fool deserves
I'm gonna lock all the doors...
