Without You

And now the sounds of Paul Revere!

Ladies and gentlemen, you may send your votes to box
1969-7-3-4-1-9-2-4... or whatever your number is!

(I love you, girl)
(Even though you've left)

Well, you hide
But you know
She's not there
But you're still waiting

There's a rhyme
In your mind
It's the truth, but you won't listen

Walk alone
Down the broken cracks in miles of dirty sidewalks

And you know
She will make it
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you

At the head
Of your bed
Her perfume is on your pillow

No one's home
As you smoke
Staring though your empty table

And the trashman collects the garbage
Every week at Sunday

And you know
She will make it
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you

Said I dreamed
Does it seem
That her legs were made of honey?

And the walls
Softly call
And the stove's not even burning

And the landlord who crawls upon your door
Is only shadows

And he knows
She will make it
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you