All the locks are broken 

Everything's been stolen 

Hold on, Slow John 

All she left you was a slogan 

 

Now your heart is breaking 

Lonesome and forsaken 

Hold on, Slow John 

There's always a chance 

For the taking 

Hey now, two is a crowd 

Plus that's what you get 

For dogging around 

 

Nothing I can say to you 

Will return her grace to you 

Nothing I can do for you now 

Remember when you couldn't wait 

To get out of the starting gate 

Well, that all seems like history now 

 

Trucks along the highway 

No one's going your way 

Inside a crippled car 

Celibate stars 

You wonder if anyone's noticed 

You're gone 

So hold on, Slow John 

There's no getting used 

To the taste of a gun 

 

Looking for the silver lining 

Where's the fucking happy ending 

Words reverberate and then decay 

There's no need to say you're sorry 

Cause you know that she ain't sorry 

She just shut the door and walked away