They are useless hangup cures,
All except that trick of yours.
No one to leave the light on,
To help you choose the right song.
I try to do right, but it's wrong.
Nothing feels right with you gone.
Over hedges high,
Climbs a smiling spy.
Who now will shift your shoelace?
And wipe the crumbs off your face?
No one should get what you got,
Nothing should end where you start.
All except that trick of yours.
No one to leave the light on,
To help you choose the right song.
I try to do right, but it's wrong.
Nothing feels right with you gone.
Over hedges high,
Climbs a smiling spy.
Who now will shift your shoelace?
And wipe the crumbs off your face?
No one should get what you got,
Nothing should end where you start.