You can blame the Blackout
For why you didn’t call
There’s no saints in the metro
Taking down a New York doll
And leaving me in the summer
A renegade girl in a mess
Lighter fluid and thunder
Tell me what little diva’s next
What if I’m a goddess
Turn out to be everything that you wanted
Would you regret the day you turned your back on it
To just walk away
Oh you just walked away
Sing these little praises
You burn my turning clock
And you should know better at your age
Your funeral bells goin’ off
And leaving me in the summer
A renegade girl in a mess
I dreamed we hit the big-time
Tell me what little lies are next
Just walked away
John sings Lucky Boy I wish I was one
Hey
Such a lucky boy
I needed you that day