It's just a stone's throw
Leaving only the truth intact
To me it means more than that
And I've turned the record over
As far as my spirit can reach
Of rose-coloured dreamers at best
I don't mean to eavesdrop
It's just part of my job I guess
They don't know the truth by half
How announcing your plans
Is a sure way to hear God laugh
Like a crab apple on the tree
They'll find life more bitter than sweet
And I've heard the penny drop
And without selling my soul
From a turntable to a phone
From a revolution to a ring tone
And I've turned the record over
And I've heard the penny drop
And without selling my soul
That's how a flower grows