i’m getting tired of this one-way conversationnni’ve been singing at the top of my lungsnnand nothing seems to be getting throughnni guess these are songs you’ve already been sungnnand the girls say don’t get lost in the jobnnit’s just a way to make ends meetnnbut it’s so hard when i sing and you don’t hear mennyou just keep staring at your feetnnnnbut there’s good news in the paper todaynnthis war keeps draggin’ onnnand they’re sending more sailors out to seannto get sucked in by a songnnnnso i sing my songs in a minor keynnbut it don’t seem to do any goodnni guess they’re all a whole lot stronger than mennthey just sail on home like they shouldnnnnand i’ve never been much good at this jobnnbut it’s the only place that i call homennso i sink down and get under the wavesnnand they keep sailin’ onnnnnbut there’s good news in the paper todaynnthis war keeps draggin’ onnnand they’re sending more sailors out to seannto get sucked in by a songnnnnso i guess she’s a pretty one waiting in your bednni could’ve made you the king of the seannbut i watched as you turned that ship aroundnnyou chose her instead of mennnnbut there’s good news in the paper todaynnthis war keeps draggin’ onnnand they’re sending more sailors out to seannto get sucked in by a song