Every night I sit here by my window. (Window). Starin' at a lonely avenue. (Avenue). Watching lovers holding hands and laughin'. (Laughin'). Thinkin' 'bout the things they used to do (Thinkin' '
Detour, there's a muddy road ahead. Detour, paid no mind to what it said. Detour, oh, these bitter things I find. Should have read that detour sign. . Headin' down life's crooked road, lot of thi