I left you on the Debris At the Sunday morning market You were sorting through the odds and ends. You was looking for a bargain
I heard your footsteps at the front door, And that old familiar love song, Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there At the top of the stairs.
I went there and back Just to see how far it was And you, you tried to tell me But I had to learn for myself.
There's more trouble at the depot, With the general workers union And you said, \"They'll never change a thing. Well, they won't fight and their not working.\"
Oh you was my hero How you are my good friend I've been there and back And I know how far it is
But I left you on the Debris Now we both know you got no money. And I wonder what you would have done Without me hanging around.