I don't expect my love affairs to last for long,
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true.
Being used to trouble, i anticipate it,
But all the same, i hate it.
Wouldn't you?

So, what happens now?
(another suitcase in another hall)
So, what happens now?
(take your pictures off another wall)
Where am i going to?
(you'll get by, you always have before)
Where am i going to?

Time and time again i've said that i don't care,
That i'm immune to gloom,
That i'm hard through and through.
But every time it matters all my walls desert me
So anyone can hurt me,
And they do.

[repeat chorus]

Call in three months time and i'll be fine, i know.
Well, maybe not that fine,
But i'll survive anyhow.
I won't recall the names and faces or the sad occasions,
But that no consolation here and now.

[repeat chorus]