I guess you'll be leaving, you'll be leaving soon You won't cast a shadow tomorrow afternoon If you had a lover they would know by now That it's one or the other, you lost your way somehow I'm singing "Please, return to me without the help of St. Anthony" "Please, return to me eventually" I see your indentations on a carpet floor I see your silhouette on a sun-bleached wall If I had a wishing well it would overflow With the useless money that can't bring you home I'm singing "Please, return to me without the help of St. Anthony" "Please, return to me eventually" I keep looking out for someone, someone I can't touch Oh Holy Mother, why do I bother? It just means so much