(Linden/Angelo)      There's a long list of whys   You're not here tonight   It's dark outside   You couldn't find a ride   Things were loose   Time got tight   Must've been an oversight   You'll write me of where you might be   Now the candle's burned out and the wine's all gone   And the dogs outside are gonna howl 'til dawn      I'm gonna lock all the doors   I'm gonna bolt all the windows   I'm gonna turn off that lonesome song   I'm gonna wipe out your words   I'm gonna tear up your picture   I'm gonna pray that it won't be long   Until your memory's gone      Out of touch out of time   Spend a quarter drop a dime to find out   What loneliness is about   Tell the truth   Make it good   And you'll hear it in the neighbourhood   To haunt you   Come to taunt you   But you don't have to waste another word   'Cause I've got everything a fool deserves      I'm gonna lock all the doors...