All the locks are broken 
Everything's been stolen 
Hold on, Slow John 
All she left you was a slogan 
 
Now your heart is breaking 
Lonesome and forsaken 
Hold on, Slow John 
There's always a chance 
For the taking 
Hey now, two is a crowd 
Plus that's what you get 
For dogging around 
 
Nothing I can say to you 
Will return her grace to you 
Nothing I can do for you now 
Remember when you couldn't wait 
To get out of the starting gate 
Well, that all seems like history now 
 
Trucks along the highway 
No one's going your way 
Inside a crippled car 
Celibate stars 
You wonder if anyone's noticed 
You're gone 
So hold on, Slow John 
There's no getting used 
To the taste of a gun 
 
Looking for the silver lining 
Where's the fucking happy ending 
Words reverberate and then decay 
There's no need to say you're sorry 
Cause you know that she ain't sorry 
She just shut the door and walked away