We’ve got such a fine romance Close calls all at long distance I can hit the pavement whenever you might feel There is nowhere to go No place is my own Mondays they still come and go Filled with nicotine and no shows Your passions only good about two days a week There’s nowhere to go Nowhere’s my own All that I want All but has up and gone I should have known All I want Now and then becomes the start of the end All for love All for love All for love Knock knock there’s nobody home Fancy invites to a tired joke Punch me with that line that has been Making you so weak There’ll be nowhere to go Nowhere’s my own All that I want All but has up and gone I should have known All I want Now and then becomes the start of the end All for love All for love All for love