Paroles
I thought I saw you out on Monday
I can't get away
This town it bothers me it drives me insane
oh but, anyway
An overload
Is taking it's place
It's got me in a hold on Tuesday
I heard your moving out on Wednesday
A place of your own
A euphoric expedition that you can't let go of me
Your own series of thoughts
There's a problem
And that's the cause
It was you and I
We're blowing up
It was the right place
The wrong time
I think of what it's like
I heard about you on the grapevine
The Headline
I'm picking up the draft
Make it last
Won't do it
Holding onto that
All I have
I think of what it's like
I heard about you on the grapevine
Sometimes I heard your voice repeat mine
You said hello
Psychologic disposition that you can't let go
On Thursday
I drove past you
I smiled
I waved
Is that what I should do?
Should I take it
Or leave it
Don't do it
Don't stop it
I'll ruin it
I'll have it
I've got it
Don't want it
On Friday I saw him with you
It was you and I
We're blowing up
It was the right place
The wrong time
I think of what it's like
I heard about you on the grapevine
The headline
I'm picking up the draft
Make it last
Won't do it
Holding onto that
All I have
I think of what it's like
I heard about you on the grapevine