| Lyrics: | Well I used to be a listener - there was nothing left to get
About what you are and what you
haven't been yet
and some of them like to tell a story that is long and old
and couch it
in indifference and the wine
that they were sold to get away
Well someone's got to
tell them that its not deserved,
rehearsed or written down by playwrights over time
just
picking up on a nerve.
And some of them got a difference that they reserve for you
Well I
like them all but I don't trust any of them
well shouldn't you, just get away
Well I
used to think my freedom was a lot of things I'd give,
demanding on my time but I had so much
time to give,
and I used to think that everything was a knee in what you are.
But finding
out the truth that hurts
so I never went that far
I always get away
Well it
comes down to the fact that I'm now different from the past,
demanding all my ideals its just
trying to make them last,
and some of the things that you say they're ringing home so true,
I hang my head out of the door and I follow you,
yes I follow you and get away |
