So damn used to waking up in an empty bed
Ain't that I prefer it any other way instead
Seventh Avenue's been kind to me
Was there for me in times of my most desperate need
But you crashed into me
Like that damn left hook I never got to see
Lost my share of hands cause of you I hold
the prize I lied about the empty bed turned out to be
a lie You're written on my stone before I even
die The way you land those kisses you've got
me dead right tonight oh my
La dee da da dee da dee da La dee da, la dee da
If you used to be these rest of streets I'd walk alone
Damn near died on the Brooklyn Bridge Sick for my home
Sick for my home
The bag that I left by the door disappeared
it seems
Home is where the heart is you brought it back
to me
But you crashed into me
Like that damn left hook I never got to see
Lost my share of hands cause of you I hold
the prize I lied about the empty bed turned out to be a lie
You're written on my stone before I even die
The way you land those kisses you've got me
dead right tonight oh my
La dee da da dee da dee da La dee da,
la dee da
You got me dead right
La dee da da dee da dee da
La dee da,
la dee da