All the locks are broken    Everything's been stolen    Hold on, Slow John    All she left you was a slogan       Now your heart is breaking    Lonesome and forsaken    Hold on, Slow John    There's always a chance    For the taking    Hey now, two is a crowd    Plus that's what you get    For dogging around       Nothing I can say to you    Will return her grace to you    Nothing I can do for you now    Remember when you couldn't wait    To get out of the starting gate    Well, that all seems like history now       Trucks along the highway    No one's going your way    Inside a crippled car    Celibate stars    You wonder if anyone's noticed    You're gone    So hold on, Slow John    There's no getting used    To the taste of a gun       Looking for the silver lining    Where's the fucking happy ending    Words reverberate and then decay    There's no need to say you're sorry    Cause you know that she ain't sorry    She just shut the door and walked away