This ain't as hard as I thought it would be It's harder It's just the sound of nobody but me For starters I didn't know I didn't know it all Didn't see the fine print Written on the wall What do I do now I can do whatever I want to What do I do now With the other side of the bed How do I spend those long Sunday afternoons Now that the slate is clean And the closet's all cleared out What do I do now yeah I got some friends who wanna fix me up Do I let them Pack up the pictures and throw them away And forget them Redecorate or take a trip somewhere Change the color of these walls Or the color of my hair What do I do now I can do whatever I want to What do I do now With the other side of the bed How do I spend those long Sunday afternoons Now that the slate is clean And the closet's all cleared out What do I do now oh I'm a little anxious A little relieved I'm a little cynical a little naive It makes it kind of hard to figure Makes it kind of hard to figure out What do I do now I can do whatever I want to What do I do now With the other side of the bed How do I spend those long Sunday afternoons Now that the slate is clean And the closet's all cleared out What do I do now yeah What do I do now yeah yeah Oh oh oh oh