作词 : Philip Cohen
 作曲 : Philip Cohen
Everything becomes mechanical.
Another gear up on the vertical.
Another way to make you stay within your place and wonder why should you move.
Surrendering to the Common Man.
A sudden detour from a common plan.
The animal had gone away and now you wonder how to walk in his shoes.
But how could you tell about the water in the well?
You went away and thought the water would have stayed without your care.
And how could you know how much to barter and sow?
Without an eye on the water well you pushed the other way...
Girl, you’re dragging this out.
No need to wait for the morning sun.
No need to wait for the others to come.
Girl, you’re battered and bruised.
No need to wait for the morning sun.
No need to wait for the others to come.
Everything becomes mechanical.
Another pleasure turning miserable.
Another stand to settle down and find another place to stay with your mood.
But how did you find all of the water now wine?
Without the time you couldn’tt make the others find out where to go.
Girl, you’re dragging this out.
No need to wait for the morning sun.
No need to wait for the others to come.
Girl, you’re battered and bruised.
No need to wait for the morning sun.
No need to wait for the others to come.
But you come a running, with those thorns in your head.
Three other times, three other crimes.
You come a running, with all those thorns in your hair.
Three other times, three other lies.
Girl, you’re dragging this out.
No need to wait for the morning sun.
No need to wait for the others to come.
Girl, you’re battered and bruised.
No need to wait for the morning sun.
No need to wait for the others to come.