maybe you’re just passing through and maybe ill get sick of you   but baby make sure that you do   maybe the sky will show me blue   and ill fade away like I seem to do    but it don’t mean I don’t wanna love you   so call me aside, scared of alone   Just call me on the telephone   I know you’re gonna fix me up with your silver talking spoon   if you drop the ball before you bat im gonna keep moving on    you know im used to that    but im gonna write you like you do right next to me   no I wont write you like you’re used to   no I wont get used to you loving me