Lyrics:

Whatever news you had

Whatever shoes you had

Whatever made you mad enough

On the promenade you can

Give it a rest

Give it a seat

Or in the glass you can cut your feet



Pop a knee

Flesh torn

And everything else seems

A little worse for worn

A simple thing, I admit

Out I never did figure it



I can tell that I'm about to

I can tell when I'm without you



I've seen you juggle

I've seen your best

I've seen you running out of luck you pressed

I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed

Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now

So catch your breath

Don't just stand there holding it

I've seen you die a little death

I'm pretty sure you were here

But lately things tend to disappear

Like the days I never got around to



I can tell when I'm without you



Psychic on the corner

'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea'

The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line

For Club Diplomacy



Be he's not on to me

Crossed Olympic to collect my fee

But there's no one in this neighborhood who

I can tell when I'm without you

I can tell when I'm without you

I can tell when I'm without you