When You Gonna Figure It Out? Lyrics - Singles - Brett Perkins

Another judgement day. 

Another passion play. 

Another price to pay. 

All for pity's sake. 

Don't want him callin' on your phone. 

Don't want him comin' to your home. 

Say you just want to be alone 

In a Greta Garbo way. 

And you call yourself a purist 

Cuz you cry out loud 

Like you're crying now 

But I say you're just a tourist 

In the land of love. 

Come on and give it up 

When you gonna figure it out? 

So you met him at a party and you took him on home 

And for the next six weeks you were never alone. 

Told you that he loved you, told you you were right 

Showed you he was hungry in the middle of the night 

And you said you always wanted him to follow his dreams 

And "Don't go changing just to try to please me." 

But when those dreams led him out the door 

Decided you don't really want to love him no more 

Well front on this. Front on this. 

You don't own the man with your body and bliss 

And what you call love, trust and affection 

Seems to be coming from the wrong direction 

Sound likes grasping, sounds like pain 

Sounds like the opposite of communicate 

And if you keep going with a heart so closed 

May find yourself with your own hand to hold 

And you call yourself a purist 

Cuz you cry out loud 

Like you're crying now 

But I say you're just a tourist 

In the land of love. 

Come on and give it up 

When you gonna figure it out? 

So you say you got hurt went to find yourself another 

Looking for a girlfriend, looking for a lover 

Liked the way she smiled, liked the way she'd flirt 

Liked the way she looked in that little black skirt. 

So you took her on home, thought the party'd never end 

But now there's too much time with her mother and friends 

Shopping on the tv, talking on the phone 

Leaving you to puzzle over dinner alone 

Well front on this. Front on this. 

You don't own the girl with your gold and gifts 

And what you call love, trust and relations 

Seems to be coming from a time more ancient 

Sound likes grasping, sounds like hate 

Sounds like the opposite of communicate 

And if you keep hunting with a heart so cold 

May find yourself with a life time alone 

When you gonna figure it out?