I don't expect my love affairs to last for long,

Never fool myself that my dreams will come true.

Being used to trouble, I anticipate it,

But all the same, I hate it.

Wouldn't you?



So, what happens now?

(Another suitcase in another hall)

So, what happens now?

(Take your pictures off another wall)

Where am I going to?

(You'll get by, you always have before)

Where am I going to?



Time and time again I've said that I don't care,

That I'm immune to gloom,

That I'm hard through and through.

But every time it matters all my walls desert me

So anyone can hurt me,

And they do.



[Repeat Chorus]



Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know.

Well, maybe not that fine,

But I'll survive anyhow.

I won't recall the names and faces or the sad occasions,

But that no consolation here and now.



[Repeat Chorus