I opened the door to your head. Tried going quietly but the door slammed instead. I yelled, "Why'd I even come here?". But still I stayed for a while looked in every draw that I could find.
If you go away, oh I will know. My feelings are nothing but a curtain. Hiding me from what I should know. That I'm a pilot and I am steering low. . We discussed life in the back of my car.
I noticed I've been looking all around. Still hoping that we'd work out. But my authority on the subject has been long out. So la, ladi, dadi, da, ladi, dadi, oh.
Baby boy, it's you not me. But the apple don't fall far from the tree. And you're a 9 to 5. And nobody gives a 9 to 5 shit. . But if you're alone, call me up.
Give me a moment. Give me a clue. Tell me anything. As long as it's true. . Give me heartache. That's what you do. Tell me you want me. I'm sick of being used.
In the death of the atmosphere they all stood in a row. Kicking one another, calling out names. And crying about the don't know. . Oh, I'm alone if I know it.