Walking round this dead old town,
And trying to turn your frown upside down,
But you keep looking over your shoulder,
Tell me now,
What's eating you,
When you sing your songs who are you singing to,
I'll be sad to see you go when you figure out it's not me.
And I said lady, lady, lady, laaaady,
You make my vision hazy, hazy, hazy, haaaazy,
Hold on, just for a moment,
Don't think I'm quite ready to go yet,
Think it's really gonna hurt this time around,
You said it's not all that bad when I'm with you,
Wish you could see me the way I see you,
Carving names in a bench where the sad kids hang.
Lady, lady you're making my vision hazy,
You can wear my favourite shirt but you don't get to keep it
You don't get to keep it,
You don't get to keep it,
You don't get to keep my shirt so.
Hold on, just for a moment,
Don't think I'm quite ready to go yet,
Think it's really gonna hurt this time around,
Hold on, just for a moment,
Don't think I'm quite ready to go yet,
Think it's really gonna hurt this time around,
Think it's really gonna hurt this time around.