I don't expect my love affairs to last for long.
Never fool
myself that my dreams will come true.
Being
used to trouble I anticipated,
but all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?
So what happens now?
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall.
You'll get by, you always have before.
Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care.
That I'm immune
to gloom.
That I'm hard through and through.
But every time it matters
all my
words desert me.
So anyone can hurt me,
and they do.
So what happens now?
So what happens now?
Take your picture off
another wall.
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before.
Where am I going to?
Call in three months time and I'll be fine,
I know.
Well maybe not that fine,
but I'll survive anyhow.
I won't recall the names and places of the sad occasion,
but that's no consolation.
Here and now.
So what happens now?
You'll get by, you always have before.
Where am I going to?
Don't ask anymore.