Sometimes, I must warn you,
When I'm watching the news
And there's been some car crash
It makes me think of you.

You're not part of my problems,
You're not late anymore,
You're not looking for answers
I should've given you before.

I am through with my sweetheart;
Close the schools, ring the bells.
I loved her like a drummer
Would have loved a bassgirl.

Be with her all the fortunes,
Treat her well oh my god,
Do as you please
But don't ever send her back
Don't send her back,
Send her back.

Sometimes, I must tell you,
When I'm watching the news
And there's been some car crash
It makes me think of you.