Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday, I’ve got a lot of things to learn, Said I would and I’ll be leaving one day, Before my heart starts to burn. So what’s the matter with you? Sing me something new… Don’t you know, The cold and wind and rain don’t know, They only seem to come and go away. Times are hard when things have got no meaning, I’ve found a key upon the floor, Maybe you and I will not believe in, The things we find behind the door.