you know how it is when you're out walkingnnsplit seconds behind realitynncatch impressions of the people talkingnnand you think it's all about mennnnmissing things of interest 'cos you're not feelingnntry not to see the friends who wavennand they just think all your thoughts must be reelingnnso they leave you well alonennnnwell I'm not going to go along with it this timennbecause I know that it makes no sense at allnnnnwe just end up with fruitless discussionsnnsoul searching with no point at allnnalways bothered by the repercussionsnntense waiting for a fallnnnnstill the words remain the same sad meaningsnnof what is yours and what is minennthey just get tired and we start off dreamingnn'til we're running out of timennnnwell I'm not going to go along with it this timennbecause I know that it makes no sense at all