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I walk along the street and wonder what to do |
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I'd like to ease the pain in my troubled brain |
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But as to how, I haven't a clue |
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Should I shout at the people who pass me by |
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Hey folks look at me, I'm no ordinary guy |
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I had a love and she swore she was mine |
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But she only loved me when the weather was fine. |
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My mind tells me what to do |
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Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else |
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Just how you loved her so, they don't want to know |
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Keep it to yourself. |
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On a subway train, I hide from the rain |
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And take a seat right next to the door |
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There's a man with a case and as I look at his face |
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I'm sure I've seen him someplace before |
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He looks up and I look down |
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And then we both look away |
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The train slows down and my head spins 'round |
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It's like scene from a one-act play. |
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My mind tells me what to do |
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Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else |
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Just how you loved her so, they don't want to know |
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Keep it to yourself. |
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I feel much better when the sun has lost its glow |
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When the light of day is fading away |
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And there are shadows wherever I go |
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Yes the light is fading and I'm masquerading |
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As a poet with something to say |
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The inspiration's gone and I can't turn it on |
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It's been the same since she went away. |
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My mind tells me what to do |
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Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else |
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Just how you loved her so, they don't want to know |
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Keep it to yourself. |
