Στοίχοι: Elliott Smith. Roman Candle. No Name #1.

At a party, he was waiting
Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn
Like he could be underwater
The mighty mother with her hundred arms

Swept all aside
I hate to walk behind other people's ambition
I saw you waiting saint like with your warning
Leave alone, you don't belong here

He got nervous, started whistling
Every thought a ricochet
Did you notice? Well, I wondered
What's the worst thing I could say?

And I froze up and sighed
You remind me of someone's daughter
I forgot her, I forgot her name ashamed
Go home and live with your pain

Leave alone, leave alone
'Cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here

And when I go, don't you follow?
Leave alone, leave alone
'Cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
Slip out quiet, nobody's looking
Leave alone, you don't belong here