(It feels like ridicule, it feels like ridicule)

You dragged your wounds up to the aisle (?),
I cleaned them all, love, as before.
You turned your tables on your own, sweet love,
I couldn't help but love you more.
Oh I want it understood, 
You teach someone to walk and they'll run away.

I hear you're nursing in the Third World,
Sometimes I wish you'd write.
Oh all the times I wish you're on the wrong end of the 
By the time that the famine strikes.
Oh I want it understood, 
You teach someone to walk and they'll run away.

Now before I leave the station
There's a good, good friend that I should call.
She helped me out when you first vanished, 
I'm sure she's familiar with the score.
She knows, it's understood,
You teach someone to walk and they'll run away.
They'll run away.

(It feels like ridicule)