That's what little sad eyes are made of
Every time it rains I hear the city call my name
And that's what little sad eyes are made of

Harvest [bad word]  I've carried both of them
Out of the world that was, into the world [bad word] That's what little sad eyes are made of

Only the strongest hearts can make the heart tick back
But what good is it, if good news is just goodbye

Waitin'

The forty one highway
Half a mile between
The moon and ending it all
And that's what little sad eyes are made of