What are you gonna do today, Mrs. Jones?. Are you gonna chase the pain away, Mrs. Jones. Or leave it sitting there waiting outside your door?. Hoping to find the things you hoped would tell you more.
The mechanical wonder is, it's just a noise in my room. And I'm chasing the wonder and it's just a hole in my tune. And the radio plays but it, but it don't sing a song.
Time after time you told me it was the truth. Time after time you lied to me through your tooth. How can you sing when everyone writes your song?. You think you pull the strings and I get strung along.