The bearer of bad news is talking to the greeds floating forth the message hiding in the trees the weary voice inside you is darker in the night the healing in the morning light
while you're out wasting time with the right guy with the right guy
Tell the early morning that I am on my way send to him my greetings for happy holidays Spin my open eyes on the things i left behind next thirty feet in my hopeful life
While you're out wasting time with the right guy with the right guy
The rich man counts his money and holds it in the light Folds his hands together and keeps it by his side He counts his every blessing heaped on our heads and told us to remember them
While you're out wasting time with the right guy with the right guy While you're out wasting time with the right guy with the right guy with the right guy with the right guy with the right guy with the right guy with the right guy