Where have you been hiding? I'm getting lonely filling out your chair Oh, can't we stay in one place? When you're alone, the Sun is just a glare Did you lose the burning under the collars as your lover's friend? Can you come right with me? We'll start the misery all over again All over again Here's to the summer It's a cold, cold June Get yourself on the phone And give me a call, I turn a leaf each time I'm away from you And this little sorrow is a bigger shame And maybe I made my bed Give me one more chance I put my cold shoulder to the wheel for you And this just keeps getting better to leave Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette We got marked with a runner's disease And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it Dead, 'cause I don't feel it Yeah, I don't sleep too much I got a really bad mouth I was in bad temper, I fled the scene She got a full-time job Hold me like a mother, oh hold your tongue To love is just to rob Between your sons and lovers You'll bleed yourself into an early grave Lay your sleepy head and I'll wash your feet And you can act your age You can act your age And I've got a memory like a loaded gun The future belongs to us Call me a sinner, we have too much fun Let's go on this way And keep off the glory, 'cause you're so damn young And did they wreck your charm in school? A middle-aged writer makes me feel so dumb I'm a step away And this just keeps getting better to leave Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette We got marked with a runner's disease And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it Dead, 'cause I don't feel it Yeah, I don't sleep too much I got a really bad mouth Come on, kid, and dance a while Leave your stomach in another place Bend your back to stretch a smile You've got glamour written on your face Written on your face And don't you let them tell you it's a dirty thing Single stardom's such a drag When you're in your place, you're just too good to be clean Where's your head gone? And this just keeps getting better to leave Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette We got marked with a runner's disease And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it yet This just keeps getting better to leave Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette We got marked with a runner's disease And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it Dead, 'cause I don't feel it Yeah, I don't sleep too much I got a really bad mouth