White kitchen walls with a thousand windows.
You turn on Winston in the den.
I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano,
When you make breakfast after ten.

And I smell the coffee on your fingers.
I still smell the perfume in the bed.
The crushed linen roses on everything,
and you're still inside my head.

Make her know how it feels to miss you.
Let her know you're swapping sides.
You're not the one with all the problems,
you're the one with all the pride.

So pick your head up boy, and walk away.
Walk the coolest walk you know.
'Cause in a month or two she'll call you,
hang up the phone.