Get Back Lyrics

It's 7:30 and the office is a ghost town
So whatever happened to the Eddie I used to know?
You got so good at pretending the good times were never ending
You were a cartographer, location meant the most to ya
And I was stuck somewhere in the west village, staring at the sun
Wondering where it all went wrong
If you every left, I wouldn't have reason number one to get back to you.

You look so dapper in your trench coat and your pork pie hat
You know, I've always wanted to be like that
While you were out playing tic-tac-toe, I was passed out by the window
You were a photographer, appearance meant the most to ya
And I was sittin' stupid on the front porch, gone crazy, round the bend
Wonderin' where the sidewalk ends
If you ever left, I wouldn't have reason number one to get back to you.

A gallon bottle full of beer cans and a bonsai tree
That's all you've got left to show for your year at sea
Tell me the reason that love is a lie, while I am silently crying
You were a seismographer, I was all shook up for ya
And you were like a cool breeze, blowin' cross the warm New Jersey shore, making me your whore
And you're rock solid, proud to be the local social queen
You're an oceanographer, obsessed with sand and water
Me, I'm stuck somewhere up on City Island, where the train don't go
I was destroyed by rock n' roll, and you're out to sea,
And I ain't got reason number one to get back to you