Came home last night - was raining hard

I found my stuff in her front yard

She's thrown me out - this time for good

C'est la vie - that's Hollywood



Back to the Garage



I guess I'll have to find my way

Through all of this and feel o.k.

I guess there's some way that I can

Get back to where it all began



Back to the Garage



Go back to the Garage and plug my guitar in

And play all those great songs again

We've heard 'em all a million times

Engraved inside my feeble mind

But as the rain wipes her away

The old songs make me feel o.k.

I guess I'll sit and play and cry

Until the next girl says goodbye