You break a few bones, you break a few nails
It’s like you set me down when you set your sails
You send a few letters but they’re never enough
It gets rough, every time you leave me alone
I don’t do so good on my own
I need a telescope, not a telephone
Stray cat strutting through a snowy backyard
It gets hard, every time you pick up and go
Table seats four and a couch seats three
Bed for two and a chair for me
Tweedle Dum, where’s Tweedle Dee?
Sitting by the fire and watching it burn
Things feel different when you return
They say that good things come to those who stay
Come on and stay!
Why d’ya gotta go away?
Why d’ya always gotta take the long way home?