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.
  
  REPEAT CHORUS
  
  Be my all, my, Be my own.
  
  REPEAT CHORUS