Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm going down to the basement ya'll. Where people all have a good time. The parties that I hear have nothing to do with. My ears are going out of my mind, mind, mind.
I've got a best friend who I've known some time. And after all of these years I've got to read his mind. And when he leaves the room I can feel him sigh.
Talk is cheap, and I should know. I've given my everything, and it wasn't close. People mean well, but still make a mess. From now on I'm listening, and saving my breath.