I left house without a [bad word] clue
And left New York city, girl, without you
But the sun does shine in this place some days
And even when there’s cloud there isn’t always rain

I’ll stow away my grays in a padlocked case
And in a padlocked room
Only to be released when I sing all the songs
I wrote about you
This is the last one that I’ll do

Now I’m free in parenthesis
I’m not sure what I ought to do with it
It sits in the house, bright eyes and raised hands
If I ignore its advances then the hand goes down

I’ll stow away my grays in a padlocked case
And in a padlocked room
Only to be released when I sing all the songs
I wrote about you
And this is the last one that I’ll do

I feel better and better and worse and then better
Than ever, than ever, than ever
I feel much better and better and worse and then better
Than ever, than ever, than ever, than ever

I’ll stow away my grays in a padlocked case
And in a padlocked room
Only to be released when I see you
Walking ‘round with someone new
This is the last song, this is the last song
This is the last song I’ll write about you