Anne

Anne walks alone

Past the Domino sugar factory

She's as easy to know

As a broken mystery

Conversations are slow

With herself in dead parking lots

Hands not being held

End up tying everything in knots



And she's lonely



You don't deserve what you've got

Holy Father of the day-to-day

If you keep such careful watch

Tell me why is she just wasting away



Being lonely

Oh so lonely?



Water under the bridge is never coming back