Debris - Faces

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 they’re 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