you know how it is when you're out walking
split seconds behind reality
catch impressions of the people talking
and you think "it's all about me"

missing things of interest 'cos you're not feeling
try not to see the friends who wave
and they just think all your thoughts must be reeling
so they leave you well alone

well I'm not going to go along with it this time
because I know that it makes no sense at all

we just end up with fruitless discussions
soul searching with no point at all
always bothered by the repercussions
tense waiting for a fall

still the words remain the same sad meanings
of what is yours and what is mine
they just get tired and we start off dreaming
'til we're running out of time

well I'm not going to go along with it this time
because I know that it makes no sense at all