It's not that...
Click to viewOn a dark night, I stagger up the alley alone
It's not that I'm crying because of the thoughts of you that pass through my mind
As I'm changing the sheets, one of your socks falls out
It's not that I'm crying because now I miss the way you looked as you changed your socks
I'm just crying because the boiler's broken
As I clean out the desk drawers I see the cold medicine you used to take
It's not that I'm crying because I'm worried about you since you always get sick when the weather changes
It's not that I'm crying and staying awake till late at night and drinking
and wrapping my boney shoulders in the scarf you gave me as a present
I'm just crying because the boiler's broken
On a dark night, I stagger up the alley alone
The thoughts of you that pass through my mind make me cry