The crows came in to watch us stand   Pretending to be friends of mine   And I don't think I like them anymore   The clock goes off, it's close to eight   I'm waking up alone today   And I don't think I like this anymore      She said Baby, you know   It seems it's starting to show   But if you wash your hands of me,   Things will never be the way they're supposed to be.      So we drove off to New Orleans   To paint their wreck with the songs we'd sing   For nothing more than payment with a smile   And a clock goes off, it's close to eight   And she's waking up alone today   And I don't think she likes me anymore      I said Baby, you know   You should've walked out long ago   But if you wash your hands of me,   Things will never be the way they're supposed to be.      I said Baby, you know   It seems it's starting to show   But if you wash your hands of me,   Things will never be the way   No, they'll never be the way   Oh they'll never be the way they're supposed to be.