Going to see him on the wayside a letter
Said, I don’t have to ever see him again, no no
On the wayside, on the front sat a letter
Said I don’t have to ever leave him again, no no
On the wayside I’d like to wish it all away
And I phoned and I phoned and I coulda wrote a letter
But nobody there
On the wayside, on the front sat a letter
And it said I don’t know whether I was the boxer or the bag
Yeah yeah, can you see them? Out on the porch?
But they don’t wave.
I see them, round the front way yeah
And I know, and I know, I don’t wanna stay.
On the wayside I’d like to wish it all away
And I phoned and I phoned and I coulda wrote a letter
But nobody there
On the wayside, on the front sat a letter
And it said I don’t know whether I was the boxer or the bag
Yeah yeah, can you see them? Out on the porch?
But they don’t wave.
I see them, round the front way yeah
And I know, and I know, I don’t wanna stay.