Two cigarettes in an empty chair where you sat
I'm not like that, I'm not like that
Two bottlenecks, errant bombs will attack
When we go back, when we go back
It happened long ago
Somewhere I let go
Of all the love that you gave me
And I'm sure you've had enough
Of me acting tough
Later I know you'll be taking her place
Two heart attacks, an empty soul where I'm at
I can't go back, I can't go back
Two autographs, later on in the sack
I've got the knack, I've got the knack