The Drifter - Doves

The last time that I saw you, you were walking out the door

Taking the stairs three at a time, you were laughing as you walked

But now you’re not so civilized, you steal your daily bread

But I have to hand it to you, you were always a step ahead

Whoa, what are they gonna say?

Whoa, they won’t let any of us anywhere near

Hustling and thieving, just to get ahead

You would calculate your next move with no thought for no-one else

It’s hard not to imagine, if you once had a friend

The two of you ain’t talkin', because one of you is dead

No, «he's a bad kid,» they screamed

Whoa, «he won’t make it out of this change»

Hey, was it I was waiting with you?

Yeah, was it I was waiting with you?

Tried your best to please them, but just seemed in the way

You were left to your own devices, no guidance or restraints

The ones who throws the stones forget complacency is stained

But the one who’s hit remembers, 'til the end of their days

No, «he's a bad kid,» they screamed

Whoa, «he won’t make it out of this change»

The assassins in white coats, will glue your eyelids closed again

And the assassins all should know, and they should hang their heads in shame

What’re you gonna do about it?

What’re-what're-what're-what're you gonna do about it?

Was it I was waiting with you?