They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
Were all I loved you for
Were all I loved you for
Crazy I know, places I go
Ooh, here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
I can see how people look down
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Ooh, here's where the story ends
Publisher: WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
People I see, weary of me
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
I can see how people look down
Showing my good side
People I know, places I go
Which makes me smile inside
I know where I belong
I can see how people look down
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
Songwriters: David Gavurin, Harriet Wheeler
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Make me feel so tired
Which makes me wonder why
I'm on the outside
Surprise, surprise, surprise
I'm on the outside
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Oh, I never should have said, the books that you read
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Ooh, here's where the story ends
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Oh, here's where the story ends
Here's where the story ends
Make me feel tongue-tied
Here's where the story ends
Oh, the Devil in me said, go down to the shed
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year