As I stepped out upon the landing my heart was already down the stairs. She's in the bedroom with that boy of hers. Though her face is creased and her eyes seem strange. There's a second-hand emotion on battered forty-five. My tears were never enough to keep that girl alive. Now she seems contrite will she make the change. Chorus: The next time 'round. The next time 'round. You'll be someone else's baby. But I'll be underground. The Next Time 'Round. Then you took two steps forward and then one step on your back. Now it's a future for me and you that I lack. You'll be the one who'll stands out in the dark. Even when you're all dressed in black. Chorus. You've got something I want now. And I've got something I can't hide. I've got too much love for you now. Have you got too much pride. Sometimes I name and number all the things you gave to me. Your elastic love this velvet-line purgatory. You used to take the breath out of me. Now I think you'll be the death of me. Chorus. You'll be in some sputnik baby. But I'll be underground. The Next Time 'Round.