Stan Ridgway - Walkin' Home Alone Lyrics
Now there's last Sunday's paperCrumpled up and rollin' down the street awayAnd there's a piece of gunJust waitin' for a ride on someone's feet todayCHORUSAnd tonight I'll be walkin' home aloneTherre's a million things I saidAnd twice as many that I didn't sayAnd I remember an afternoonA broken coffee cup and some Broadway tuneAnd I shook her hand and I said...OKAnd now as I stroll by some skinny dogLeft outside without a boneCHORUSAnd ain't it funny how one afternoonCan make two people stop and sayThat all the time they spent togetherReally didn't mean that much anywayExcept a sink full of dirty dishesAnd a picture in a drawerAnd a hairbrush on the tableAnd a hole punched in a doorAnd if sher were here right nowI'd tell her things I never told her beforeSo now I hear a clock and I get up fastAnd draw the curtain on a brand new dayI can't wait to get this cast offThe telephone's dead, I guess they turned it off todayTurn the key on the mailbox slotI'm lookin' for a letter but bills is all I gotAnd even the cat she left me withIs goin' out with someone elseSo put another quarter in the jukebox Pete,But don't play the one with the sad trombone'Cause tonight I'll be walkin' home alone---------------------------------------------------------------DON'T BLAME ME...------------------------------------------------------------------------Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the Humungous-267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu The Lord Humungous!"Glendale Community College, -The Road WarriorGlendale, Arizona------------------------------------------------------------------------I DIDN'T VOTE FOR SLICK WILLY!
