Spent so many nights
wondering where you are
riding on your bike
doing what you like without me
oh can't you see?
this house is very cold, the floors are very old
the neighbors walk and keep me up at night, at night

spent so many nights
wondering who you are
every time you laugh
who is making you laugh?
because it's not me (no, you don't make me laugh either)
i'm getting much too old
it's not funny anymore
you think it's so romantic
the life of a musician who is poor
the life you think that you're well-suited for
but i've been through that so many times before
so i can't go there with you

ah, ah, ah

I'll spend most every night
wondering how you are