Eliza's in the elevatornFinding words that rhyme with sunnynI think it's funny how she just leaves funny outnAnd me, I'm on my way downstairsnGonna gaze and wander aimlesslynI'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all aboutnAnd how I wish it would rain tonightnI'd find a good excuse to stay insidenAnd watch those props come tumbling through the airn'Cause it's been the worst year of my lifenI don't wanna live, I don't wanna dienSo could you please, could you please, could you pleasenGrow out you hair?nnWilliam plays harmonica and guitarnBy the side of the sidewalknI'd love to stay and steal his melodyn'Cause he hasn't got an answer to forcenNo one cares about his voice, nonNo, not a choicenSometimes I wish that nobody loved menAnd now I wish I could stab my throatnThere goes your wife, your car, your homenThere goes the life I've convinced myself I wanna ownnAnd Becca you could come back to my clothesnThe only note I'll hold is the one you foldnCould you please, oh could you please, oh could you pleasenGrow out your hair?nnGrow it dark and long like the winternWith no split ends, split ends are like friendsnI don't need themnAnd if you've got older friendsnThen I suggest you listen to themnCause they're all I want, the world, the fallen hopenAll the prophets on the green grass, they're all in the windownYeah, my life is just like religionnI'm making it up as I go, oh, oh, oh.nnWell they say all bad things come in threesnWell the last year has made the last three look so easynYou were supposed to keep the disease between you and menSo bandage up your wrists, throw away your prescriptions, andnAnd baby come back to me, yeahnnMy legs gave in on Forty-Second,nLord, I think it's a hint...