so you're on your own again
sitting around these city bus-stops
wondering what he's thinking now
and who you really are
oh these days are cold and clear
winter's aiming right at you
baby, what's on your mind?
do you wish to grow blind?
but don't tear your days apart
like simple paper sheets
they're worth the written words of you
we're all concerned about you right now
and we'd all like to know
what you're on about
never mind what he has done
time will drive a stake right
through his heart
stop running and come home
where you're not alone
please forgive us that we didn't see
well now we've read it all
you left your black book
open on your bed
your diary said it all
it spoke for us all