Anne (acoustic)

Anne walks alone

Past the Domino sugar factory

She's as easy to know

As a broken mystery, oh

Conversations are slow

With herself in dead parking lots, and

Hands not being held

End up tying other things in knots

And she's lonely

Oh so lonely

You make your way up third

Where all the Brooklyn-hearted (?) girls go

And maybe you'll see her

A quiet face in a crowd (?)

You know that you don't deserve

The Holy Father of the day-to-day

To keep watch over her

Tell me, why is she wasting away

Being lonely?

Oh, so lonely

Water under the bridge is never comin' back

Water under the bridge is never comin' back