| I walk along the street and wonder what to do
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| I’d like to ease the pain in my troubled brain
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| But as to how, I haven’t a clue
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| Should I shout at the people who pass me by
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| Hey folks look at me, I’m no ordinary guy
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| I had a love and she swore she was mine
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| But she only loved me when the weather was fine
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| My mind tells me what to do
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| Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else
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| Just how you loved her so, they don’t want to know
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| Keep it to yourself
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| On a subway train, I hide from the rain
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| And take a seat right next to the door
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| There’s a man with a case and as I look at his face
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| I’m sure I’ve seen him someplace before
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| He looks up and I look down
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| And then we both look away
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| The train slows down and my head spins ‘round
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| It’s like scene from a one-act play
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| My mind tells me what to do
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| Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else
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| Just how you loved her so, they don’t want to know
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| Keep it to yourself
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| I feel much better when the sun has lost its glow
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| When the light of day is fading away
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| And there are shadows wherever I go
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| Yes the light is fading and I’m masquerading
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| As a poet with something to say
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| The inspiration’s gone and I can’t turn it on
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| It’s been the same since she went away
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| My mind tells me what to do
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| Keep it to yourself, tell nobody else
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| Just how you loved her so, they don’t want to know
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| Keep it to yourself |