I am a life without a soulnYou are a game without a goalnI am a room without a lightnYou are a ghost without the frightnnThe everlasting lasts for life, peeling away so slownYou’re going to keep it up ‘til there’s no place left to gonnTime it ain’t running outnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dearnSinging on the telephonenDreaming of you making your way homenTime it ain’t running outnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dearnnYou are a star upon my skynI am the catcher in the ryenYou sling those tears away from men______nnThe everlasting lasts for life, peeling away so slownYou’re going to keep it up ‘til there’s no place left to gonnTime it ain’t running outnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dearnSinging down the telephonenDreaming of you making your way homenTime it ain’t running outnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dearnnSo if I needed you, would you come for me in the night?nShould I pray for you, can you tell me you were right?nAnd whoannWhoanTime it ain’t running outnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dearnSinging on the telephonenDreaming of you making your way homenTime it ain’t running outnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dearnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dearnWe just don’t like to talk about it, my dear