I heard you′re kind of breakin' down
since all the highs went low
Time trips you out some days,
Wisin′ up don't cut it anymore
Those rose-hued glasses you been
countin' on, well they
Lost their touch
And now you spot the grey
in every little bud still comin′ up
Throw yourself a line,
′cos your heart's not been in it for a long time
Does it feel like -
Now more than ever -
You bottled up the tough stuff
drowning out your offset mind
And you′re left wond'rin′ how these
long haul days keep slipping by
And so you sit and wait,
The TV plays you out full blast
While your inner politician beats you up
for each step off the path.
Throw yourself a line,
'cos your hearts not been in it for a long time
Does it feel like -
Now more than ever -
Nothing really matters
Nothing but the things you do
It should make you feel better
That nobody cares here, but you
Throw yourself a line,
′cos your hearts not been in it for a long time
Does it feel like -
Now more than ever -
Nothing really matters
Nothing but the things you do
It should make you feel better
That nobody cares here, but you.
Nothing really matters
Nothing but the things you do
It should make you feel better
That nobody cares here, but you.
