Early in the morning there's a long strip of light
Stretching out across the bedroom floor
There's some dust in the corner and an old pair of boots
Lying next to the clothes that you wore
Got an ache in my head
A cloud over my bed
So dark and mean I think it's gonna pour
Well I've wasted years where there was no love before
So I won't waste your time anymore
So don't talk. To me like I don't even know my mind
Or what it is that I am speaking of
Well you may be right. I'm getting way past my prime
But I still never want any of your love
We can talk day and night about who is wrong or right
But the problem is that baby you're a bore
Well I've wasted years where there was no love before
And I won't waste your time anymore
'Cause I've waster years where there was no love before
So I won't waste your time anymore
