She comes home and she's happy She comes home and she's blue She comes home and then tells him Listen baby, we're through I don't know what happened next All I know is she moved Packed up her bags and her curtains Left him in his room Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? She went out with her paint box Paints the chapel blue She went out with her matchsticks Torched a carwash too I don't know where she's living All I got is a card A picture of her at the pyramids A knife held to her heart Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? She came down from the mountain Said goodbye to her guru She went back to her room Lost herself in voodoo I don't say that I blame her People don't know what they want If you spend your life looking behind you You don't see what's up front Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? Was there anything I could do? Putting out her fire Putting out her fire Putting out her fire Putting out her fire Putting out her fire Putting out her fire Putting out her fire Putting out her fire Putting out her fire