I saw somebody who reminded me of you 
Before you got afraid 
I wish that you could have stayed that way 

I saw a little girl, I stopped and smiled at her 
She screamed and ran away 
It happens to me more and more these days 

And these songs that you sing, 
Do they mean anything to the people you're singing them to 
People like you 

I saw a photograph : 
a woman in a bath of hundred-dollar bills 
If the cold doesn't kill her money will 

I read a magazine, 
it said by seventeen your life is at an end 
I'm dead and I'm perfectly content 

And these songs that I sing, 
Do they mean anything to the people I'm singing them to 
People like you 

And these songs that we sing, 
Do they mean anything to the people we're singing them to 
Tonight they do