The Crying Girl

I don't know where I'm going
 And I couldn't know where we're going
 And my stupid heart
 Won't take the summer off
 The Crying Cats are shuffling their feet
 My Silver-tone Boo-Hoos
 Oliver John
 Yes I'm always missing her
 There's a guy she's going out with
 He's just a guys she's going out with
 And I'd do it all over for her
 Crash the ball
 There's no more room to doubt she's moving on without me
 And I know my jokes are getting old
 (No, you don't)
 Do all her buddy's boyfriends do what they're told?
 (Yes, they do)
 Well I need love in an old school friend
 Cupid and his silver-tongue to teach me until the end
 You can't be a Sandman's friend, shuffle your feet
 Like you never know the Director dreaming
 I can feel her when the New World sleeps
 There's a guy she's going out with
 He's just a guys she's going out with
 And I'd do it all over for her
 Crash the ball
 There's no more room to doubt she's moving on without me
 Moving on, moving without me