This ain't as hard as I thought it would be  It's harder  It's just the sound of nobody but me  For starters  I didn't know, I didn't know it all  Didn't see the fine print written on the wall    What do I do now  I can do whatever I want to  What do I do now  With the other side of the bed  How do I spend those long Sunday afternoons  Now that the slate is clean  And the closet's all cleared out  What do I do now  Yeah    I got some friends who wanna fix me up  Do I let 'em  Pack up the pictures and throw them away  And forget 'em  Redecorate or take a trip somewhere  Change the color of these walls  Or the color of my hair    What do I do now  I can do whatever I want to  What do I do now  With the other side of the bed  How do I spend those long Sunday afternoons  Now that the slate is clean  And the closet's all cleared out  What do I do now, oh, oh, mm-mm    I'm a little anxious  A little relieved  I'm a little cynical  A little naive  It makes it kinda hard to figure  Makes it kinda hard to figure out    What do I do now  I can do whatever I want to  What do I do now  With the other side of my bed  And how do I spend most long Sunday afternoons  Now that the slate is clean  And the closet's all cleared out (cleared out)  What do I do now, yeah  What do I do now  Yeah, yeah  Oh, oh  Oh, oh