When things blink just right Like they're blinking here tonight From the corner of my eye They came, to be
Tell your trouble to Someone stuck here just like you Sucking in the smoke Like it's going out of style
And i'll listen, To what you have to say You said it any way to me And you'll listen Something special is at work It's really not a chore to me
So put me in a bag Or bury me in rags The lady upstairs, She made, me strong
Can't make it to the bar Can't make it to the bath Caught and confused You give it up for this
Cause, i'll listen To what you have to say You said it anyway, though you're not, too sure I'll listen Because it means that much to you You're everything i do, or see