April
Back in New York
The 31st floor
It seems somehow everything's changed
The kitchen too small
Plates on the wall
The sound of machinery
May
Where have you been?
Who were you running with?
Wasn't he someone you used to call home?
Where is the ring?
Where is the boy who went travelling alone?

She is much better without me
She walks through the gates of the country
Her hands at her side
And I smile as I watch her walk by
Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes
She is better off now

June
The curtain is shut
The patterns are cut
The maid who will wake you at dawn
Pulls out a chair
Pulls down your hair
It's just like you wanted
July
What's going on?
What are you running from?
Why are you sleeping alone on the floor?
Some people change
Others hang on till they can't anymore

She is much better without me
She walks through the gates of the country
Hands at her side
And I smile as I watch her walk by
Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes
She is better off now

She is much better without me
She walks through the gates of the country
Hands in the air
And I smile as I watch her walk by
Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes yeah
She is much better now