Unsealed on a porch a letter sat,
Then you said, ‘I wanna leave it again.'
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand,
And on the sand I wanna leave it again, yeah!
On a weekend wanna wish it all away,
And they called and I said that I want what I said,
And then I call out again,
And the reason, oughta leave her calm, I know.
I said, I' don't know whether I'm the boxer or the bag.'
Oh yeah, can you see them
Out on the porch?
Yeah, but they don't wave,
I see them
Round the front way.
And I know and I know
I don't want to stay.
Make me cry.
I see,
I don't know, there's something else,
I wanna drum it all away.
Oh, I said, ‘I don't,
I don't know whether I'm the boxer or the bag.'
Oh yeah, can you see them
Out on the porch?
Yeah, but they don't wave,
I see them
Round the front way.
And I know and I know
I don't want to stay.