Was There Anything I Could Do?

She comes home and she's happy. She comes home and she's blue. She comes home and then tells him, "Listen, baby, we're through." I don't know what happened next. All I know is she moved. Packed her bags and her curtains, Left him in his room. Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? She went out with a paint box, Paints the chapel blue. She went out with her matchsticks, Torched the car wash too. I don't know where she's living. All I got is a card. A picture of her at the pyramids, A knife held to her heart. Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? She came down from the mountain, Said goodbye to her guru. She went back to her room, Lost herself in voodoo. I don't say that I blame her. People don't know what they want. If you spend your life looking behind you, You don't see what's up front. Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could Do? Was there anything I could do? Putting out fire. Putting out a fire. Putting out a fire. Putting out a fire. Putting Out a fire