we're all by-products of old news. we're all singing the new blues. we've already lost all the things we've got to lose. I'm in love with a waitress. I dream of her red dress. the touch of her soft lips. I feel like I'm someone. she don't even know me.I don't want your forgiveness because i'm no good at i'm sorrys, I just want you to know that i'd drink myself to death for you. I'd leave you all alone. I'd relinquish all my wealth for you. I'd leave you all alone.