Debris

I left you on the Debris
At the Sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends
You was looking for a bargain
I heard your footsteps at the front door
And that old familiar love song
'Cause you knew you’d find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs
I went there and back
Just to see how far it was
And you, you tried to tell me
But I had to learn for myself
There’s more trouble at the depot
With the general workers union
And you said, «They'll never change a thing
Well, they won’t fight and they’re not working»
Oh, you was my hero
How you are my good friend?
I’ve been there and back
And I know how far it is
But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around