Chris Isaak

I go walking down there, I go searching down there,
There's nothing left for you and me.
I go walking down there, I go searching down there,
But nobody there remembers me.
It dosen't matter not to me cause I lost my baby.
Nothing means that much to me without my baby anyway.
Oh. Oh. Oh.Oh Look at all you lucky people, think of all the things you do.
Look at all you happy people, wish I could be like you.
Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh