Maybe you learned it from your familynMix in a little of the old midwestnIt seems someone out there built a legacynOn keeping everything tight under wrapsnAnd all the secrets in the silosnYou won't even whisper them to the prairie windnAnd now we're talking on the telephonenSkimming the surface of this oceannJust skimming the surface of this oceannnChorus:nYou know you're drowning menIn all you're not sayingnSwept under the rug for so long, oh darlingnDon't it get lonely when you're the only one who knows?nnAll the over-encrypted poetrynUnintelligible tales of the truthnIt was all dripping with mysterynEnough to keep me there long overduenSo honey, honey, drop the metaphornHoney, honey, won't you come clean because...nnChorusnnWell I don't claim to be so forthrightnIt's not my strongpointnBut your attempts are illusorynAnd you don't even know it, you don't even know itnnSo maybe you learned it from your familynMaybe that's just your best excusenYou could use some New York CitynYou could use your own talk show hostnnBecause I am drowning in allnThat you're not sayingnI want to shake your shouldersnI want to rip down the curtainsnOh, 'cause all I remembernAre these opaque conversationsnWhen so much of the meaningnJust got lost in the translation...nnIt's a tale so ordinarynThere you were with your pretty mouth closednBut darling you should have told me the endingnLong before you didnnn