I stood there staring at the street
I little bird from the broken lots
The spot where we should meet
I use a quarter for the phone
But no-one's home
Yeah, pulled up my coat to hide the snow
I slipped on the thought that you would even show
But I am still torn to pieces, fall apart
But break my heart
 [bad word] 
And I said maybe we'll laugh
And maybe we'll fight
But there's no-one to blame
Who's wrong or right
So push me away, God, don't say goodnight
If you're needing someone, [bad word]  well who am I?
Who am I? who am I?
Who am I? who am I, yeah

I hit the wall and watch it break
I'm face down in the holes of my mistake
But to empty out this sort of pain
You gotta let it drain
Farewell, but who am I to say
That I can paint a butterfly with empty shades of grey
You let it go, fly away
Hear me say, the beauty I say
 [bad word] 
And maybe we'll laugh
And maybe we'll fight
But there's no-one to blame
Who's wrong or right
So push me away, God, don't say goodnight

You're the [bad word] that I take that makes it all right
We listen to the trashcan Sinatras on a Saturday night
We're boarding the plane, hold my hand on the flight

But if you're needing someone, then [bad word]  who am I?
Who am I?  who am I?
Who am I?
Ah ah ah ah
Ah, who am I?