All the locks are broken Everything's been stolen Hold on, Slow John All she left you was a slogan Now your heart is breaking Lonesome and forsaken Hold on, Slow John There's always a chance For the taking Hey now, two is a crowd Plus that's what you get For dogging around Nothing I can say to you Will return her grace to you Nothing I can do for you now Remember when you couldn't wait To get out of the starting gate Well, that all seems like history now Trucks along the highway No one's going your way Inside a crippled car Celibate stars You wonder if anyone's noticed You're gone So hold on, Slow John There's no getting used To the taste of a gun Looking for the silver lining Where's the fucking happy ending Words reverberate and then decay There's no need to say you're sorry Cause you know that she ain't sorry She just shut the door and walked away