Shop windows are closed, like Sunday And people are scarce The powerlines heavy with ivy Sidewalks are quiet, there's no light A marquee is bare at the movies There's nothing to see I missed the dumb place, mostly The feeling you get when there's somewhere When there's somewhere to be Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel Trick on the heart It took a holy mess To keep us apart Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel Trick on the heart Oh ♪ We took a long drive through the country Together so near We photographed silos and halos All of the sign posts of nowhere But it's so hard to hear Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel Trick on the heart If there's a cure, oh yeah Stick out my arm But it's a cruel, cruel, cruel Trick on the heart Oh My guitar just sits in the case Anymore Funny time is so easily wasted Funny, I know, I've got this before ♪ Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel Trick on the heart It took a holy mess To keep us apart If there's a cure, oh yeah Stick out my arm Oh