Early out there's been a loss   And I don't know what to say   Apparently he played the cards   Living with those itchy feet      He'd been living at the edge   Broken pencil marks in his arms   He's been building those bridges   To protect us from our own scars      And in the morning he is all alone (all alone)   And when he goes to sleep he sleeps on his own      Oooo      Early out there is a fine line   To be drawn by a closet genius   We are all doing our time   With the hopes that someone builds us      And in the morning he is all alone (all alone)   And when he goes to sleep he sleeps on his own      There's nothing left that we can do (we can do)   There's nothing left that we can do (we can do)