Sittin' here with my hands in my pockets,
Starin' down at my shoe strings.
Been thinkin' bout love and rockets,
And the hapiness that the sunshine brings.
Been talkin' mostly to strangers,
They don't ask the same old thing.
"Where ya been? Where ya goin'?"
It all starts to ring
- In my ears, man.
Open up a window, gonna shout it out.
I'm a terrible pretender.
I can't sit here and act like I give a damn.
Yeah, you're in my ears, man.
A wastin' time, might as well roll it on down the line.
Take care, mister, it'll work out fine in the end. -
At night when you're lyin' in bed,
Thinkin' bout a melody.
Words are floatin' through your head,
I hope somehow you think of me.
And I know that you probably will
Cause I saw it once there behind your eyes.
My words will be on your lips
Before you even realize
- I'm in your ears, man.
Open up a window, gonna shout it out.
I'm a terrible pretender.
I can't sit here and act like I give a damn.
Cause you're in my ears, man.
A wastin' time, might as well roll it on down the line.
Take care, mister, it'll work out fine in the end two, three, four.