Anne walks alone 
Past the Domino sugar factory 
She's as easy to know 
As a broken mystery 
Conversations are slow 
With herself in dead parking lots 
Hands not being held 
End up tying everything in knots

And she's lonely

You don't deserve what you've got 
Holy Father of the day-to-day 
If you keep such careful watch 
Tell me why is she just wasting away

Being lonely 
Oh so lonely?

Water under the bridge is never coming back