Night after night, day after day
I pass by the house that once was our home
I look through the windows
I lean on the bell
There's a light but there's no sign of you
The stranger's new car
In the driveway tells me your there
I know you're there
I feel like a chump
Doing time on the street
Low life and useless
As the rags on my feet showin' through

You don't know how much
I hate everything about you
Your honey red lips
And your eyes big and sparkling blue
The curve of your hips
And your black Irish hair
Sends a shiver that runs through me too
You don't know how much
I hate you wish it was true

The alleys are dark
Sidewalks are bare
Time's on my hands empty and cold
I'm looking for something
To knock out the night
Till the sun comes up shining like new
The chill in my bones
Reminds me life isn't fair
And nobody cares
To the lost souls surviving
On hard knocks and vice
In a world just as nasty
As your world is nice, Baby Blue

You don't know how much
I hate everything about you
Your voice like good bourbon
So elegant, tasteful and smooth
You're a goddess, a priestess, a temptress, a queen
Greta Garbo's got nothing on you
You don't know how much
I hate you, wish it was true

You were kind to my brother
And good to my friends
You were passionate, faithful and strong
I must have been sleeping
It feels like a dream
I can't tell just where I went wrong

Like a dog in the garbage
With rocks in my head
I'm strung out and crazy
And can't find the thread running through

You don't know how much
I hate everything about you
The poison that runs through
My veins telling me what to do
With a flick of a match
I could burn down this house
Taking every last memory of you
You don't know how much I hate you
I say, you don't know how much I hate you
You don't know how much I hate you
I wish it was true
Oh, yes I do

Composição: Rodney Crowell / Steve Lukather