run yr fingers through yr hair, let's pick up from where we left off call all your friends, announce the new victory once u were sweet to me-- knock it off
the music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe you, doesn't prove youre worth a dime you work round the clock, watch it tick and tock, but this isn't your time move over son, it's my turn to shine
was there ever a moment, one small slice in history when i took you seriously? when your belt and your shoes did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly? cause that's news to me.
and u can forget it, i get it, i just dont let it get to me i regret to inform i do not fret or mourn the way things used to be it's all in the past now, it's all gone
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run . . . away
the songs he writes are for "dad" the true love lost 'fore he ever had if stories begun "if father loved son" we wouldn't be feelin so bad but doesn't everyone?
and it's not that i hate you i never loved u enough to hate you to get even or mad so as not to seem sad just seems ungrateful cause really i am thankful im sad
maybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed then again i dunno where u came from you keep carvin out names - first jamie then james and i cant keep up to restrain u how come?
we two came together for worst and for better it's true and the weather is clever but she's not the only one getting over you . . . it's me too
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run away
my god, it's no fun to watch u play dumb with yr ugly hand on her thigh and she's nervous too but politeness eschews the impulse to finger deny plus yr girlfriends a spy
and what would she think to look up from her drink and find you in your sad little vest tryin hard to undress the girls you sat down next to shell think nothing-- she'll be thinking of u
im glad i dont know the places you go, im glad for u and for them let's be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again dont mention Ben
it's funny what u miss, it's funny what u don't ive thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this: i wont
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run away
don't say we got along, that's remarkably wrong, it doesn't suggest or imply the thing about us u dont dare discuss we never got along famously we just tried
i tried to be good, i tried to be gracious and kind but working with u has done nothing but prove a total waste of time cause the real curse is yr mind
sometimes at night i stare at the ceiling and wonder what's wrong with me to involve myself with people who don't know what my true feeling might possibly be
who latch onto my strength like it's all they've got it takes all of my strengths and i go through such lengths to show them it is not what they think they are stealing
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run away
yes, the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run . . . away
run yr fingers through yr hair, let's pick up from where we left off call all your friends, announce the new victory once u were sweet to me-- knock it off
the music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe you, doesn't prove youre worth a dime you work round the clock, watch it tick and tock, but this isn't your time move over son, it's my turn to shine
was there ever a moment, one small slice in history when i took you seriously? when your belt and your shoes did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly? cause that's news to me.
and u can forget it, i get it, i just dont let it get to me i regret to inform i do not fret or mourn the way things used to be it's all in the past now, it's all gone
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run . . . away
the songs he writes are for "dad" the true love lost 'fore he ever had if stories begun "if father loved son" we wouldn't be feelin so bad but doesn't everyone?
and it's not that i hate you i never loved u enough to hate you to get even or mad so as not to seem sad just seems ungrateful cause really i am thankful im sad
maybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed then again i dunno where u came from you keep carvin out names - first jamie then james and i cant keep up to restrain u how come?
we two came together for worst and for better it's true and the weather is clever but she's not the only one getting over you . . . it's me too
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run away
my god, it's no fun to watch u play dumb with yr ugly hand on her thigh and she's nervous too but politeness eschews the impulse to finger deny plus yr girlfriends a spy
and what would she think to look up from her drink and find you in your sad little vest tryin hard to undress the girls you sat down next to shell think nothing-- she'll be thinking of u
im glad i dont know the places you go, im glad for u and for them let's be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again dont mention Ben
it's funny what u miss, it's funny what u don't ive thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this: i wont
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run away
don't say we got along, that's remarkably wrong, it doesn't suggest or imply the thing about us u dont dare discuss we never got along famously we just tried
i tried to be good, i tried to be gracious and kind but working with u has done nothing but prove a total waste of time cause the real curse is yr mind
sometimes at night i stare at the ceiling and wonder what's wrong with me to involve myself with people who don't know what my true feeling might possibly be
who latch onto my strength like it's all they've got it takes all of my strengths and i go through such lengths to show them it is not what they think they are stealing
and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run away
yes, the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run youd rather run . . . away
