10.15 Saturday night And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting For the telephone to ring And I'm wondering Where she's been
And I'm crying For yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It's always the same