Broken China

My last kiss
Held no hint
Just smoke and a little touch of mint
And now you're walking out the door

No broken china on the floor by the couch
No hollow tipped attack to put you on the out
You're simply leaving me
And not dressed to be alone
A blind fool should see this coming on

Roll out your magic ride
For the next man
Put on a pretty face you'll always win

I see you up on Broadway
Arm and arm with some bright young man
You'd be walking in a different direction
And I would wish you well if I had the chance

Roll out your magic ride
For the next man
Put on a pretty face you'll always win

I dial you in on the telephone
And listen to the ring beat
Put on my coat and walk out that door
And walk down a different street