I don't expect my love affairs to last for long. Never fool myself that my dreams will come true. Being used to trouble, I anticipate it, But all the same, I hate it... Wouldn't you?
So what happens now? (Another suitcase in another hall) So what happens now? (Take your picture off another wall) Where am I going to? (You'll get by, you always have before) Where am I going to?
Time and time again I said that I don't care. That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through. But every time it matters all my words desert me, So anyone can hurt me, and they do.