I left our house without a clue And left New York City, girl, without you But the Sun does shine in this place some days And even when there's clouds, there isn't always rain I'll stow away my greys In a padlocked case in a padlocked room Only to be released when I sing all the songs I wrote about you This is the last one I'll do Now I'm free in parentheses And I'm not sure what I ought to do with it It sits in the house, bright eyes and raised hands If I ignore its advances then the hand goes down I'll stow away my greys In a padlocked case and in a padlocked room Only to be released when I sing all the songs I wrote about you Oh, this is the last one I'll do I feel better and better and worse and then better Than ever, than ever, than ever I feel much better, and better, and worse and then better Than ever, than ever, than ever, than ever I'll stow away my greys In a padlocked case and in a padlocked room Only to be released when I see you walking around with someone new This is the last song, this is the last song This is the last song I'll write about you