Well, you're watching the clock that hangs on the wall
Your hand is on the telephone
And it seems that you're waiting for a knock on the door
And I might as well be here alone

We agreed to try again you promised that you would
We even moved away from our own neighborhood
But you're watching the clock that hangs on the wall
You're thinking of nights that are gone
I can tell by the way, hey you're treatin' mean
But I might as well be here alone
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