Y'all were here before
Now there's room to park a bus
On my living room floor.
One by one
And two by two
You've left me all alone
And I don't know what to do
With myself.
"Take a pottery class."
I'm no good with my hands unless I'm touching.
"Learn to garden."
I don't know how to plant, there's too much fussing.
Where did you go?
Will I ever know?
Won't you all come back?
I'm sitting by myself
Like a chocolate birthday cake
That's been left up on the shelf
I'm growing old
I'm getting stale
I'll end up in the trash
If I don't learn how to chill
With myself.
"Take time out for you."
I've got too much on, and not enough time.
"Take up fishing."
I'll get my high heels caught in the line.
Where did you go?
I deserve to know.
All I try to be is a good friend
On whom you can depend.
All I wanna know is
Where'd you go?!
"Write that novel."
No one wants to read about despair.
"Go to college."
Wouldn't know what to do once I got there.
"Be spontaneous."
I don't have courage without my friends.
"Learn to live with it."
Won't you please come back again?
Where did you go?
And why'd you hurt me so?
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