Now there's last sunday's paper  Crumpled up and rollin' down the street  Away  And there's a piece of gum  Just waitin' for a ride on someone's feet  Today    And tonight I'll be walkin' home alone    Now, there's a million things I said  And twice as many that I didn't say  Yay-ay  And I remember an afternoon  A broken coffee cup, and some Broadway tune  And I shook her hand  And I said okay    And now as I stroll by some skinny dog  Left outside without a bone  Tonight, I'll be walkin' home alone    And tonight I'll be walkin' home alone    And ain't it funny how one afternoon  Can make two people stop and say  That all the time they spent together  Didn't really mean that much anyway... no, not much.  Just a sinkful of dirty dishes  And a picture in a drawer  And a hairbrush on the table  And a hole punched in a door  And if she were here right now  I'd tell her things I never told her before    So now I hear a clock and I get up fast  Draw the curtain on a brand new day  I can't wait to get this cast off  The telephone's dead––I guess they turned it off today  Turn the key on the mailbox slot  Lookin' for a letter, but bills is all I've got  And even the cat she left me with  Is goin' out with someone else    So put another quarter in the jukebox, Pete  But don't play that one with the sad trombone  'Cause tonight, I'll be walkin' home alone  And tonight, I'll be walkin' home alone  All alone  Walkin' home  All alone.