At the Sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends
You was looking for a bargain
And that old familiar love song
Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
Just to see how far it was
And you, you tried to tell me
But I had to learn for myself
Theres more trouble at the depot
With the general workers union
And you said, "They'll never change a thing
Well, they won't fight and their not working."
How you are my good friend
But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around