I dont expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it, wouldnt you?
So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
Youll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
Time and time again Ive said that I dont care
That Im immune to gloom, that Im hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me, and they do
Call in three months time and Ill be fine, I know
Well maybe not that fine, but Ill survive anyhow
I wont recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But thats no consolation here and now.
Dont ask anymore.
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