Transcription: Music One eye closed and a hand on the rail Bug raking news and junk in the mail Laid in for the end of the day Days tied to knots like the locks of your hair An uncertain glance and a half knowing stare We're looking for the wrong thing to say Sometimes it's not so bad Sometimes you even make sense The others I'll forget for a while Sometimes Shot glass in hand, I forget how to see I'm only afraid of the things I can't be We wrote the rules but forgot how to play So don't pretend what I say really matters to you Respond with a smile A smile and a chuckle or two Hope you leave before it's too ...
