| Hey, how’s your conscience lately
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| You tried so hard to please me
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| And now you seem so uneasy
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| You say that you’ve enough and you’re out of love
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| It hit me like a hurricane
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| It hit me like a speeding train
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| I try to climb a mountain range
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| And fall down on the ground again
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| I thought that it would be OK
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| But you had other cards to play
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| Just like a shot from a gun
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| I got hurt, I got stunned
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| That’s how it hit me
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| I just want to know why
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| Do you do this to me?
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| And where, is your sense of reason?
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| So how, could you fool me so long?
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| And now, watch my tenderness turn to emptiness
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| It hit me like a hurricane…
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| It doesn’t matter what I do
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| It doesn’t matter much to you
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| It doesn’t matter what I do
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| It’s over now, we’re through
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| You got me feeling excited
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| You gad me set and ignited
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| But now I’m feeling so down low
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| Like some down-trodden hobo
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| It doesn’t matter…
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| You gad me chasing illusions
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| You got me lost in confusion
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| And I’m so tired of losin'
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| I’ve got to stop, now, and not get involved with you
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| Again
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| It doesn’t matter… |