Another sentimental argument   And bitter love   But without a kiss again   Dragged it through the mud      Yelling at brick walls and   Punching windows made of stone   The worry rock has turned to dust   Fallen on our pride      A knocked down dragged out fight   Fat lips and open wounds   Another wasted night   And no one will take the fall      Where do we go from here?   And what did you do with the directions?   Promise me no dead end streets   And I'll guarantee we'll have the road      A knocked down dragged out fight   Fat lips and open wounds   Another wasted night   And no one will take the fall      Another sentimental argument   And bitter love   But without a kiss again   Dragged it through the mud      Where do we go from here?   And what did you do with the directions?   Promise me no dead end streets   And I'll guarantee we'll have the road      And I'll guarantee we'll have the road   And I'll guarantee we'll have the road