Don't tell me

that you've had a bad day

You should have been here by eight

something got in the way

I've heard that before



You felt bad, you couldn't

get a car

And when you did you couldn't

get far with it

a flat tyre, I've heard it before



But I know what the truth is

It's someone else

I don't want you to admit it is

No I don't want you to admit it



Now this day is over soon

I have to see you again tomorrow afternoon

I've heard that before



You don't want me to follow you home

Cos you don't want me to see

that you're not alone

I don't want to know more



Cos I know what the truth is