Now you’re gone, and it’s hotels and whiskey and sad-luck dames And I don’t care if they miss me, I never remember their names They say if you get far enough away, you’ll be on your way back home Well, I’m at the station, and I can’t get on the train Must be blind love, only kind of love is stone blind love Blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love, oh it’s blind love, stone blind love It’s your stone blind love -tom waits ps- it all goes to shit in the end. Eat a cucumber, make it tangy. it\’s over
