What Then?

Yes I recognize your face
But you're not quite the social type
Every night you lie awake
And alphabetize your 45s
From A to Z
From Abba to the Zombies
You use your taste to justify
All the time that's gone to waste
Since your last night with Mrs. Right
The one who got away
The one you can't replace

If she stood outside your house
Would you let her in
Would you try again
If she swore to figure this thing out
What would you do then
Tell me what then

Yes I know it's hard to see
Why you need that so-and-so
The hardest part of being free
Is knowing where you're supposed to go
You're stuck inside
Night after night
Oh here we go now, 1-2-3
You reach for the telephone
And hope you don't get the machine
It's all you can do
It's nothing new

If he stood outside your house
Would you let him in
Would you try again
If he swore to figure this shit out
What would you do then
Tell me what then



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Writer(s): Marcus Rinehart
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