Ten miles from nowhere, there's a story that's true
About a fine girl and a boy just like you
They fell so deeply, but then fell apart
Now they say the same words of what used to be
What used to be
I blame you
I blame you
He drops his car keys and crawls on the ground
Finds her old hair comb she'd wear into town
Can't bear to keep it or throw it away
Gets back down on his knees, puts it back where it lay
Back where it lay