two, three, four    I left you on the debris  at the Sunday morning market  you were sorting through the odds and ends  you was looking for a bargin    I heard your footsteps at the front door  and that old familiar love song  'cause you knew you'd find me waiting there  at the top of the stairs    I wouldn't of went back  just to see how far it was  and you looked shocked to tell me  but I had to love her myself    there's more trouble at the depot  with the general workers union  and they said they'll never change a thing  well, they won't fight and their not working    oh you was my hero  hell you are my good friend  I've been there and back  and I know how far it is    but I left you on the Debris  now we both know you got no money  and I wonder what you would have done  without me hanging around