Now I notice the streetlamp's hum 

The ghosts of graffiti they couldn't quite erase 

The blank-faced stares on the subway 

As the people go home 

The parks lay empty like my unmade bed 

The streets are silent like my lifeless telephone 

And this is where I live, but 

I've never felt less at home 

So I'm not unsympathetic 

I see why you left 

There's no one to know 

There's nothing to do 

The city's been dead 

Since you've been gone… 



Sometimes I stand on my roof at night 

And watch, as something seems to happen somewhere else 

I feel like the breeze will pick me up and carry me away 

Out and over this iridescent grid 

Up and away from the bar fights and neon lights 

Out and away from everything that makes me what I am 

So I'm not unsympathetic 

I see why you left 

There's no one to know 

There's nothing to do 

The city's been dead 

Since you've been gone… 



Oh I never had just whatever it is you want, baby 

And I really tried, I tried with all my might—it made me crazy 

To try to figure out what it is I've done wrong every time 

When everything I love, everything I hold dear 

Heads out sometime 

And all I ever say now is good-bye.