I walk down to the road in the dying day,
as my heart cries and my brain collapses.
Dave likes you and I go to a club, to meet
a girl and get over me and you.
But all I do is to get pissed and have a dance
to old music, all on my own.
In my own lonely kingdom, where I rule by myself.
How has this happened, the loss of what we had?
When we were a couple, a real happy couple?
Maybe never, my brain cries to bring me down
to earth. How can it work
when you have three screamin’ kids?