She comes home and she's happy She comes home and she's blue She comes home and she tells him Listen baby we're through
I don't know what happened next All I know is she moved Packed up her bags and her curtains Left him in his room
Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do?
She went out with her paint box Paints the chapel blue She went out with her matchsticks Torched a car wash too
And I don't know where she's living All I've got is a card A picture of her at the pyramids A knife held to her heart
Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do?
She came down from the mountains Said goodbye to her guru And she went back to her room Lost herself in voodoo
And I don't say that I blame her People don't know what they want If you spend your life looking behind you You don't see what's in front
Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do?
Was there anything Was there anything I could do? Was there anything Was there anything I could do?
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