The crows came in to watch us stand
Pretending to be friends of mine
And I don't think I like them anymore
The clock goes off, it's close to eight
I'm waking up alone today
And I don't think I like this anymore

She said Baby, you know
It seems it's starting to show
But if you wash your hands of me,
Things will never be the way they're supposed to be.

So we drove off to New Orleans
To paint their wreck with the songs we'd sing
For nothing more than payment with a smile
And a clock goes off, it's close to eight
And she's waking up alone today
And I don't think she likes me anymore

I said Baby, you know
You should've walked out long ago
But if you wash your hands of me,
Things will never be the way they're supposed to be.

I said Baby, you know
It seems it's starting to show
But if you wash your hands of me,
Things will never be the way
No, they'll never be the way
Oh they'll never be the way they're supposed to be.