The final word had [bad word] in.
The six o'clock news had just began.
When I saw you through the window of a payphone dialin' 911 for information.

How did things get so bad?
I swear you're the best disease I've ever had in my life and yours entangled in a web forever together.

How was I to know you'd turn around to bring me down.
And from the get go you know you shoulda told me way back then... before we got goin'

There were stars in the night.
There was a view just us two in the moonlight.
And I saw you lookin up you're eyes so bright.
I was holin' on so tight.

How could I say goodbye, we is such a far cry from I.
And I saw the signs along the ride.
They say: "don't go down this road wrong way".

How was I to know you'd turn around to bring me down.
And from the get go you know you shoulda told me way back then...
before we got goin',
before we got goin',
before we got goin'!