King of False Alarms

The king of false alarm has met his queen
And the weakened drinkers stagger home to sleep
Like a stage it's set
Your lips cherry red
But it remains unsaid

Will you think of me when I go?
God, it hurts to leave
But do you know?
If you need someone, I'll understand
Just tell them that I'm your man

The empty sighs from all the lonely nights
Are found entwined in every last goodbye
And as you turn your face
It's like an empty page
And the moment's gone again

Will you think of me when I go,
Or do you believe the things you're told?
And if life's a path that we run
I hope yours is lit by ones you love

So much to say, but it's too late
Your taxi is pulling away

So much to say, but it's too late
Your taxi is pulling away

So much to say, but it's too late
Your taxi is pulling away

And it's nothing new
I'll be the one to lose
And I've put it on myself

Do you think of me?
I don't know
It hurt to leave you on your own

If you meet someone I'll understand
For a while, I was your man...