Anne walks alone
Past the Domino sugar factory
She's as easy to know
As a broken mystery, oh
Conversations are slow
With yourself in dead parking lots, and
Hands not being held
Ends up tying other things in knots
And she's lonely
Must be lonely
You don't deserve what you've got
Holy Father of the day-to-day
If you keep such careful watch
Tell me, why is she wasting away
Being lonely?
Oh, so lonely
Water under the bridge is never comin' back
Water under the bridge is never comin' back