you left me drynwell, that ain't no surpriseni can hear it in the sighsni can see it in your eyesnnso where'd we gondoes anybody know?ni watch your frustration growntill you finally let it gonnso here we arenquiet over the phonentrembling with the starsnin each other's armsnnthere's no going backnall those days are gonenall those days have passedndisappeared so fastnnstart out young and idioticnend up burnt out and roboticngot to fill those empty pocketsnwork a jobnnwatch all the rock stars drinking mingelnbrag about their latest singlesnsing their lonely little jinglesn-to the crowd