We meet for lunch, you're an hour late You hardly touch a thing on your plate You wind your watch, gotta meet a friend You're up to your same old tricks again I know, I know I can feel it in your eyes I know, I know 'Cause I've felt it so many times You say goodbye and off you go Your hand was cold and tremblin' so I watch you rush to be with him You're up to your same old tricks again