| So now this house has grown too small | 
| Don’t think of how it used to be | 
| You say you live now in tomorrow | 
| And there I sense you don’t see me | 
| The clock chimes four, you’ll turn again then | 
| To take pursuit of empty dreams | 
| My sensitivity is dying | 
| You’re bound to some day think of me | 
| Hey, hey, can’t you see | 
| Baby, don’t you lie to me | 
| I know you think that you must go | 
| Well, I think that’s alright by me | 
| Nervous words and empty motions | 
| Claim symptoms just too plain to pass | 
| I don’t know where you think you’re going | 
| But you have drained my love at last | 
| Tomorrow I’ll be slowly movin' | 
| I can’t waste all my days the same | 
| Don’t stop to think of where I might be | 
| Don’t stop to figure who’s to blame | 
| Hey, hey, can’t you see | 
| Baby, don’t you lie to me | 
| I know you think that you must go | 
| Well, I think that’s alright by me | 
| I’ll drink my last toast to your wealth, babe | 
| I’ll break my last convicting smile | 
| Don’t think of what you must remind me | 
| I’m going to let you keep your style | 
| The asphalt’s branded old illusions | 
| Of what you’ll be when not confined | 
| Have taken you, so just go on now | 
| For I’ve been coastin' I don’t mind | 
| Hey, hey, can’t you see | 
| Baby, don’t you lie to me | 
| I know you think that you must go | 
| Well, I think that’s alright by me | 
| Well, I think that’s alright by me |