Is it my fault that you never got home?
If we'd taken the train, I guess you would've got home
I was so tired of lugging those bags around
We hopped in a cab, you were so excited
To stretch out in bed, it was such a long flight
Thirteen hours of trying to fall asleep
Judy and me crossing the street
She said, "What did you leave for the cabbie?"
"That's such a bad tip"
She walked back to give him some more
I heard tyres come screaming around the corner
Some drunk asshole saying he was so sorry
One broken hand, two bruised ribs, and one hospital gown
"If you weren't such a cheap bastard I'd be at home"
"Oh, I'm not made of money, you should have left it alone"
As soon as I say it, she looks at me so surprised
"Of course it's your fault that I never got home"
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