Lyrics

Quiet it was, like the calm before the riot it was, then the tantrum 'cross the lawn and lucky me, she stayed gone. Strange it was, some persistent resistance to change it was, but I can't stay angry with the dawn when lucky me, she stayed gone. You drink the wine and listen for those familiar rattles at the door. North she was, then south, then back and forth she was. I don't know what trip she's on, but lucky me, she stayed gone. You learn to laugh at the bittersweet, living on the funny side of the street. And there I was, though it didn't seem to matter where I was. I don't know what trip she's on, but lucky me, she stayed gone.