Whatever news you had
Whatever shoes you had
Whatever made you mad enough
On the promenade you can
Give it a rest
Give it a seat
Or in the glass you can cut your feet
Pop a knee
Flesh torn
And everything else seems
A little worse for worn
A simple thing, I admit
Out I never did figure it
I can tell that I`m about to
I can tell when I`m without you
I`ve seen you juggle
I`ve seen your best
I`ve seen you running out of luck you pressed
I`ve seen the scores on how far up you fessed
Until a thinner air is what you`re breathing now
So catch your breath
Don`t just stand there holding it
I`ve seen you die a little death
I`m pretty sure you were here
But lately things tend to disappear
Like the days I never got around to
I can tell when I`m without you
Psychic on the corner
`Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea`
The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line
For Club Diplomacy
Be he`s not on to me
Crossed Olympic to collect my fee
But there`s no one in this neighborhood who
I can tell when I`m without you
I can tell when I`m without you
I can tell when I`m without you