Lyrics

Downstairs, Wednesday night
Little meteorite
My girl
My girl

Lenses panning the stars
Hidden from all radars
My girl
My girl

She's gone, blown into
Sweet make-believe ingénue
And I'm on something new
But I get so lonesome, I get lonesome
I get lonesome for you

Early, Thursday morn
Listless, hung-over, forlorn
My girl
My girl

She's gone, blown into
Sweet make-believe ingénue
I'm on something new
Trying to see it through

Stars fade and fall from view
And there's not a thing you can do
So I burn feverfew
'Cause I get so lonesome, I get lonesome
I get lonesome for you