Now there's last sunday's paper

Crumpled up and rollin' down the street

Away

And there's a piece of gum

Just waitin' for a ride on someone's feet

Today



Chorus:

And tonight i'll be walkin' home alone







Now, there's a million things i said

And twice as many that i didn't say

Yay-ay

And i remember an afternoon

A broken coffee cup, and some broadway tune

And i shook her hand

And i said okay





And now as i stroll by some skinny dog

Left outside without a bone

Tonight, i'll be walkin' home alone





Chorus repeat





And ain't it funny how one afternoon

Can make two people stop and say

That all the time they spent together

Didn't really mean that much anyway... no, not much.

Just a sinkful of dirty dishes

And a picture in a drawer

And a hairbrush on the table

And a hole punched in a door

And if she were here right now

I'd tell her things i never told her before





So now i hear a clock and i get up fast

Draw the curtain on a brand new day

I can't wait to get this cast off

The telephone's dead¨c¨ci guess they turned it off today

Turn the key on the mailbox slot

Lookin' for a letter, but bills is all i've got

And even the cat she left me with

Is goin' out with someone else





So put another quarter in the jukebox, pete

But don't play that one with the sad trombone

'cause tonight, i'll be walkin' home alone

And tonight, i'll be walkin' home alone

All alone

Walkin' home

All alone.


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