Thoughts of you are always on my
mind
A runaway from problems, my excuse
when I am there
You roll over - once again I`m gone
It`s old, it`s plain to see this life of
tragedy
Save it for later - that`s what we always
said
What will that do for us?
What will they do for us?
What will they do for us now?
Tried to paint a picture of the times
that we once shared
Never seemed to be so concerned
The story goes like this...
You say I`m almost never there
Independence is what you want
An arm to hold on, someone to sleep
next to in the night
Rolling over - once again I`m gone
Look through the backlog, an index
of thoughts
This time it won`t get to me
What will they do for us?
What will they do for us?
What will they do for us now?
I tried to paint a picture of the time
we once shared
Never seemed to be so concerned
(And I don`t plan anything
I`m never comin` home
Thoughts of you are on my mind
So I`m never gone...)
What will they do for us?
