Whatever news you had Whatever shoes you had Whatever made you mad enough On the promenade you can Give it a rest Give it a seat Or in the glass you can cut your feet Pop a knee Flesh torn And everything else seems A little worse for worn A simple thing, I admit Out I never did figure it I can tell that I'm about to I can tell when I'm without you I've seen you juggle I've seen your best I've seen you running out of luck you pressed I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now So catch your breath Don't just stand there holding it I've seen you die a little death I'm pretty sure you were here But lately things tend to disappear Like the days I never got around to I can tell when I'm without you Psychic on the corner 'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea' The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line For Club Diplomacy Be he's not on to me Crossed Olympic to collect my fee But there's no one in this neighborhood who I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you