Left you flowers on the sidewalk by your house,
I know it's not much.
Heard you're sour on the stuff we talked about
when we were still in touch.
So I stumbled on them on my way out
and I'm sorry that they all got crushed (hmm mmm).
It was a shame, I dreamt you came to see me on your bicycle.
But they're saying that you left town,
word is growing like an icicle.
And I claim no surprise,
you were always rolling every dice you could (hmm mmm).
And staring at the Buddha
like you're wondering what he's nervous about (hmm mmm).
I'll be waiting at the bottom of the stairs
when you come down.
And I'm sorry 'bout the clown:
followed me into your living room.
The one who started chasing me around,
in the minutes when I loved you.
But he noticed not a single hello rung out
when you came back from Waterloo (hmm mmm)
Still staring at the Buddha
like you're wondering what he's nervous about (hmm mmm).
I'll be waiting at the bottom of the stairs
when you come down.
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