Everybody's talking Nobody's listening And everybody's sweating And nobody's glistening
Nobody knows what he's thinking Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking And it seems kind of creepy Seems like the kind that stalks
Nobody knows when he's sinking Always looks so pensive whether or not he's thinking And to him it seems, to him it screams Everyone's just waiting to talk
And everyone's waiting to talk, Lord It's all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls In the bus stations, bathroom stalls Yeah, it seems everyone's just waiting to talk
What must he be thinking? Can we even guess? He's not really linking Himself with t Liedtexte in der unregistrierten Version werden abgeschnitten