| We've been runnin' away from somethin' we both know | |
| We've long run out of things to say and I think I'd better go | |
| So don't be gettin' excited oh-when you hear that slammin' door | |
| Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor in the mornin' | |
| And we've been hidin' from somethin' that should have never gone this far | |
| But after all it's what we've done that makes us what we are | |
| And you've been talkin' in silence well if it's silence you adore | |
| Oh there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' | |
| Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor | |
| One less man to walk in | |
| One less pair of jeans upon your door | |
| One less voice a-talkin' | |
| But tomorrow's a dream away and today has turned to dust | |
| Your silver tongue has turned to clay and your golden rule to rust | |
| If that's the way that you want it well that's the way I want it more | |
| Cause there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' | |
| Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on you floor in the mornin' |