I don't expect my love affairs to last for longNever fool myself that my dreams will come trueBeing used to trouble I anticipate itBut all the same I hate it, wouldn't you? So what happens now? Another suitcase in another hall So what happens now? Take your picture 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 careThat I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and throughBut every time it matters all my words desert meSo anyone can hurt me, and they doCall in three months time and I'll be fine, I knowWell maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhowI won't recall the names and places of each sad occasionBut that's no consolation here and now.Don't ask anymore.