I walk right in. I sat right down. Listenin' to the saddest song. If I don't feel bad is there something wrong. . I sympathize. I synthesized. A teardrop from my tired eyes.
This, this is not a band. You, you are not a fan. No one can tell a man. How to use his hands. . Dig, dig this little song (dust it off, put it on). No one can tell you how (to return to a burnin' town).