What have I told you?
Nobody ever shuts up
Rather than listen
They hear themselves talk
Godawful habit
Try to behave yourselves
Nothing the matter
Just trying to get across
Why don't I go home?
I'll put a record on
Like a Ray Charles song
What have I told you?
Nobody ever shuts up
Could be a bad time
Now that my high-tech hope is lost
Live for a starry sky
Under a Holly Hunter moon
What is the matter?
You're feeling homesick too?
Why don't I go home?
I'd like to be alone
Got me worried now
If I could block it out somehow
It's too loud, too loud
