Young man there's a place
You can go you can hide
Know there'll never be
Fully done or fully satisfied
You want the world want the girl
And everything in between

She was sitting next to me
Last night at the bowery
Sick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonic
Telling me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone
I told her that she's everything

That I lack
Deep inside
That I'll always see her in the passenger seat
Of that black two-seater that was parked out
In the rain