Lately when I_m in my room all by myself, in this solitary gloom I call to myself:
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool of you. You used to be too wise. Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud, though he won_t throw a crumb to you, you think some day he_ll come to you.
Better forget him, him with his nose in the air. He's got you dancing on a string. Break it and he won_t care.
Won_t you take this advice I hand you like a mother? Or are you not seeing things too clear? Are you too much in love to hear? Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other?
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool of you. Oh, that was a long time ago.
you on that high-flyin' cloud, though he won_t throw a crumb to you, you think some day he_s gonna come to you.
He's got his nose in the air. He's got his nose in the air. He'll have you dancing on a string. Break it and he won_t care.
Won't you take this advice I hand you like a mother? Or are you not seein_ things too clear? Are you just too far gone to hear? Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other?