That girl you were seein'

Back in 'seventy-two

Somethin' 'bout a hotel room

And bath water in your shoes Were you into your catholic thing then

Or some other stew?

Were you both holed up in that honeymoon suite

Practicing voodoo? It'll come to you

Don't look back, it's gonna come to you

In the middle of the night

With you covers pulled up tight

It's gonna come to you And that business partner

You took for every red cent

You can't even remember now

Where all of that money went? Some on liquor and women

Maybe a little rent

But as far as paying it back, buddy

You ain't made a dent But it'll come to you

Don't look back, it's gonna come right to you

In the middle of the night

With you covers pulled up tight

It's gonna come to you Now they'll all be standin' 'round

You in your sleep

Lookin' for a promise

You couldn't keep 'Cause back when you were

Hollow inside

You were tryin' to puff yourself up

With your own foolish pride Now you're happily married

Got a wife and kids of you're own

But sometimes in the closet at night

You can hear them rattlin' bones Takin' bets on your future

And your current postal zone

It's a spooky equation,

But check out yourself, Jack, you're the great unknown And it'll come to you

Don't look back, it's gonna come right to you

In the middle of the night

With your covers pulled up tight

It's gonna come to you Uh

Here come, here come, here come

Gonna come right to you

Gonna come right to you

Ooh

Gonna come right

Gonna come right

Aah right