so you're on your own again   sitting around these city bus-stops   wondering what he's thinking now   and who you really are   oh these days are cold and clear   winter's aiming right at you   baby, what's on your mind?   do you wish to grow blind?   but don't tear your days apart   like simple paper sheets   they're worth the written words of you   we're all concerned about you right now   and we'd all like to know   what you're on about   never mind what he has done   time will drive a stake right   through his heart   stop running and come home   where you're not alone   please forgive us that we didn't see   well now we've read it all   you left your black book   open on your bed   your diary said it all   it spoke for us all