I left you on the debrisnAt the Sunday morning marketnYou were sorting thorough the odds and endsnYou was looking for a bargainnnI heard your footsteps at the front doornAnd that old familiar love songn'Cause you knew you'd find me waiting therenAt the top of the stairsnnAnd I went there and backnJust to see how far it wasnAnd you, you tried to tell menBut I had to learn for myselfnnThere's more trouble at the depotnWith the general worker's unionnAnd you said they'll never change a thingnThey won't fight, and they're not workingnnOh you was my heronBut now you are my good friendnAnd I've been there and backnAnd now I know how far it isnnBut I left you on the debrisnAnd we both know you got no moneynAnd I wonder what you would've donenWithout me hanging aroundnWithout me hanging aroundnWithout me hanging around