I can’t stand to watch you walk awaynand take the last word with younalthough I know it would take a lot to staynwith someone under younnBut now there’s dying roses on the bednthe sheets still smell like younand all this rain has got me downnnI’ll wait for younwhile earth spins aroundnI’ll go on watching overneverything you donI’m under younnAre you still staring at the same old skynor have you moved alongnto one with no clouds and a few more starsnwhere the streets aren’t so loudnnBut now there’s dying roses on the bednthe sheets still smell like younand all this rain has got me downnnI’ll wait for younwhile earth spins aroundnI’ll go on watching overneverything you donI’m under you