No Name #1
Elliott Smith · Roman Candle [1994]
At a party, he was waiting
Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn
Like he could be underwater
The mighty mother with her hundred arms
Swept all aside
I hate to walk behind other people's ambition
I saw you waiting saint like with your warning
Leave alone, you don't belong here
He got nervous, started whistling
Every thought a ricochet
Did you notice? Well, I wondered
What's the worst thing I could say?
And I froze up and sighed
You remind me of someone's daughter
I forgot her, I forgot her name ashamed
Go home and live with your pain
Leave alone, leave alone
'Cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
And when I go, don't you follow?
Leave alone, leave alone
'Cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
Slip out quiet, nobody's looking
Leave alone, you don't belong here
Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn
Like he could be underwater
The mighty mother with her hundred arms
Swept all aside
I hate to walk behind other people's ambition
I saw you waiting saint like with your warning
Leave alone, you don't belong here
He got nervous, started whistling
Every thought a ricochet
Did you notice? Well, I wondered
What's the worst thing I could say?
And I froze up and sighed
You remind me of someone's daughter
I forgot her, I forgot her name ashamed
Go home and live with your pain
Leave alone, leave alone
'Cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
And when I go, don't you follow?
Leave alone, leave alone
'Cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
Slip out quiet, nobody's looking
Leave alone, you don't belong here