Well, I’d like to think I’m the messYou’d wear, with pride.Like some empty dress on the bedYou’ve layed out for tonight.Maybe I’ll tell you sometime.Time… sometime…And you were right, right…You were right…Outside by your doorstepIn a worn out suit and tieI’ll waitFor you to come downWhere you’ll find meWhere we’ll shineOutside by your doorstepIn a worn out suit and tieI’ll waitFor you to come downWhere you’ll find meWhere we’ll shineOutside by your doorstepIn a worn out suit and tieI’ll waitFor you to come downWhere you’ll find meWhere we’ll shine