"Step outside and listen
as you cut through the tension
the world is crumbling down around you
it's found you
when you woke up yesterday
there was nothing left for me to say to you
'cause you wanted me to be true
when all you feel is pain
and somehow things have changed
I'll be coming
I'm coming home to you
when i forgot to call
you knew it all
it was coming down on you
will you still be waiting
that's something I can't ask you to be
will you be still waiting
yeah waiting for me, i'm waiting for
when all you feel is pain
and somehow things have changed
I'll be coming
I'm coming home to you
and when you leave it all
and you finally fall
I'll be coming down with you
will you still be waiting
that's something I can't ask you to be
will you be still waiting
yeah waiting for me
I'm waiting for you
something is wrong
and i just can't put my finger on it
you never listened
and you'll never listen now
you know what I'm about
is that sufficient
you never listened
and you'll never listen now
do you hear the words I say
it hurts when you talk that way
you say you'll listen cause you'd like
to live together lives
but come on
you could have any other boy
to take my place and hold when you're
feeling all alone
how can you say
that I'm supposed to stay
when you talk on to me that way
oh come on
now I can't see
what I'm supposed to be
but if you trust me
it might turn out okay-it might
what you gonna say?
soon I'm coming back
soon you won't be missing
the days you never listened
I know I
never lied
so I won't leave out the pain
'cause you wanted me to be true"words by Stuffy Shmitt
music by Dean Friedman
Got a rich man's dream. Wanna swap my taxi on a limousine.
Wanna cash it in. Wanna give it all away.
Got a poor man's needs. Beans in the bucket and love in the sheets.
And your sandy eyes. Making it all all right.
Something's calling on me...
And I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know where I'm going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.
Woke peacefully in a town somehow in New Jersey.
In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio.
Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building G.
Gotta lock the door. Gotta hide the key.
Oh, baby, I'm free...
And I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know where I'm going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.
Now maybe one day I'll be a famous man with an LA tan,
a million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars.
Or maybe one day I'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands.
And your sandy eyes making it all all right.
Making it all all right.
Making it all all right.