Somebody wants to talk
But somebody doesn't want to hear
Somebody says you shouldn't worry
It's a waste of time trying to get out of here

So you cry your life away
Baby, you just cry

Somebody tries too hard
Like a rear wheel spinning in a rut
There's a clock ticking on an empty beach
There's a girl sleeping in an empty hut

You're so full you're coming out your ears
Baby, you're so full

Is there anything left to spare of
Somebody walks around
Blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back
Somebody says it makes no difference if it's in the pink
Or in the red or in the black

So you cry your life away
Baby, you just cry

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Writer(s): Robyn Hitchcock