To My Mr. Smith - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

Hey you walk so slow when the bus doesn’t show

I guess you’ve got to think some more before you get home

Hey the night is cold and that jacket’s so old

That the chill comes in through the holes

Why don’t you stop in on your way

If there’s something that you wanna say

You don’t have to keep it inside

And hey, you say your days go by so slow

Do you think I don’t know

It’s the same for everyone in this whole town

Ho, oh oh oh