Found on: Abandoned Luncheonette (1973)
Really look at the lyrics of this one. Daryl was one tortured fellow following a 1972 divorce: "Up in the morning, look at the mirror / I'm as worn as her toothbrush hanging in the stand / My face ain't looking any younger / Now I can see love's taken her toll on me." Anyway, do I need to tell you again how Hall & Oates are the still the standard-bearers of white soul? Good.