But you don`t work here anymore
It`s just a vacant three by four
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time
And I can`t help but think I`ll die alone

So I`ll spend my time with strangers
A condition and it`s terminal
In this water-cooler romance
And it`s coming to a close
We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
Kicking over blades we see
Or a dark beach with a black view
And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall.

I know you don`t work here anymore

Sometimes I think I`ll die alone, sometimes I think I`ll die alone