Out with that glow
Always kept close
Left to dine alone
Two empty hands
Making more plans
Be anywhere but home
More or less true
We've gone askew
Yet still at the throw of a stone
It's all right
Let's not fight
It's Alright
Outta the blue
I'm thinking of you
Baby, I'm bruised
Baby, I'm bruised
The time that we lose
I guess that's my muse
Singing my tune
And it goes
Up
Up
Up
Up
Up
I'm going
Down
Down
I'm going
Up
Up
Up
Up
I'm going
Down