Talking

I got a feelin' they don't like me

They don't like me like before

Could be the whiskey or the drinkin'

But I don't listen anymore

Well, maybe we'll go out for breakfast

And talk about it in our sleep

Oh, won't you tell me how your day is?

Oh, won't you tell me how you've been?

And I'll do better

To talk about

Anything that you want now

But I should tell you

I love the sound

By myself when I'm talking

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

I got a friend way back in London

I try to visit when I can

It's like I'm always doin' somethin'

Whenever I'm in town

Well, maybe I should bring her flowers

Or maybe I'll pick up a pen

And then I'll write her up a letter

And then I'll send it when I can

And I'll do better

To talk about

Anything that you want now

But I should tell you

I love the sound

By myself when I'm talking

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk

By myself when I'm talking, talking, talking, talk