Second-hand love

She got a secondhand love.
you get it on the run.
well she keeps you guessing
when she leaves you all alone.
you can bide your time
every time you go.
i ain't that hard to find.
everybody knows.
Chorus:
i'm walking down the streets again.
little closer to the one you're on.
if it's looking like a dead-end run.
just means that i'm missing you.
Leaning on a lonesome heart,
maybe just as well.
i f you're looking for the words to fall,
find them where they fell.
darling are you out there somewhere
making up your mind?
There's something you borrowed,
something you left behind.