Listening, Listening
And every hand is framed
That gang of hours
still call themselves a day.
Call it shades and subtleties,
Enraged, grey generalities, Whatever
'Cause I'll still call it plain.
CHORUS
I'd like to get enough to get
Enough to get by.
String along and wave goodbye
A train will lull any soul to sleep.
You'll wake to find you're still alone
With every lie you know.
Come with me and waste another hour.
