Two little girls, hand in hand
Wait in the winter rain
They said their good-byes and they opened their eyes
And they stared down a westbound train
I read in my paper they were feeling so bad
About this and the other thing
But all I could think of were the parents back home
Waiting on the phone to ring
Why do they do the things they do?
Why do they do the things they do?
Billy said, "Take them, I won't need them anymore"
And we laughed at what we thought was a joke
He went down Monday morning to the hardware store
And they found him at the end of his rope
For a long while after I was walking around
With a terrible case of the blues
I couldn't hear laughter, I could just hear the sound
Of my feet in that dead man's shoes
Why do they do the things they do?
Why do they do the things they do?
They leave in the morning, leaving no warning
Sometimes they spell it all out
They leave in the evening, no one believing
That this could have come about
They dwell on the sadness, anticipating
The dream of a dreamless night
They live with the darkness, and for all their waiting
They never see the morning light
Why do they do the things they do?
Why do they do the things they do?
Why do they do the things they do?
Why do they do the things they do?
Why do they do the things they do?