歌词
You would have thought by now
I'd be more concerned about
More important things
Like the cash in the accounts
Or which woman in which town
Or which car to take out
Instead of rust on the strings
And the leaks in the house
Alarm sounds reveille
Fade out the dreams
A slave to the machines that should be working for me
Do you have one more hit?
Can we try it again?
The distant future's closer now than it's ever been
It doesn't sound fresh
"Too something"
I guess
The pessimist
The point of it
Is dull
And it's not over yet
The kids are telling me that they're selling me
There's a brand new style that's much too tough to take
Another melancholy song
Tomorrow's finally gone
The distant future passing by and today is done
