Anne walks alone

Past the Domino sugar factory

She's as easy to know

As a broken mystery, oh

Conversations are slow

With yourself in dead parking lots, and

Hands not being held

Ends up tying other things in knots

And she's lonely

Must be 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 wasting away

Being lonely?

Oh, so lonely

Water under the bridge is never comin' back

Water under the bridge is never comin' back