She got a secondhand love.
You get it on the run.
Well she keeps you guessing
When she leaves you all alone.
You can bide your time
Every time you go.
I ain't that hard to find.
I'm walking down the streets again.
Little closer to the one you're on.
If it's looking like a dead-end run.
Just means that I'm missing you.
Leaning on a lonesome heart,
Maybe just as well.
If you're looking for the words to fall,
Find them where they fell.
Darling are you out there somewhere
Making up your mind?
There's something you borrowed,
Something you left behind.