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