My words ran away from menNow I'm lost and they're out at seanSailing awaynnThey come and go, like the breezenWhisper sweet, burn like diseasenThey change with the daynnAnd I seem to saynAll the wrong things on the right daynAnd I seem to donAll the wrong things on the right cuenAt least most of the timennMy words took me down the wrong tracknAnd now I want to take it backnSo I'll run awaynnIf only I could be freenOf the plague that my words seem to benI'd thank the daynnFor I seem to saynAll the wrong things on the right daynAnd I seem to donAll the wrong things on the right cuenAt least most of the timennAnd life can benSuch a give or takenSome laugh while they're dyingnSome cry when they wakenBut there are some wordsnThat I could never do withoutnThat paint pictures on polished wallsnAnd dance away with doubtnnMy words came back to menThey stayed awhile, we had some teanWhile time whiled awaynnI said, please be kind andnplease don't gonThey said, we'll try, butnyou never knownDepends on the daynnAnd I seem to saynAll the wrong things on the right daynAnd I seem to donAll the wrong things on the right cuenAt least most of the time