Lyrics

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 the 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 the 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, I might as well roll it on down the line
Take care, mister, it'll work out fine in the end
Two, three, four
Written by: Mike McClure
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