I can feel the warning signs running around my mind I don't feel down My body feels young but my mind is very old So what do you say? You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway Half the world away, half the world away Half the world away I've been

I just can't figure you out I can't figure you out Just can't figure you out I just can't I just can't figure you out, I can't Do you want me too? Where are you going? Why do you give me signs?

Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every

Somebody tell me (To give you money, work to give you money) Was the end of the week All the things we sign And the things we buy Ain't gonna keep us together Somebody told me Boy everything she wants is everything she sees

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I (I) gave you everything And in return You gave me nothing Show me a sign (sign) Please give me anything I will not hide from what's inside of me There is no yesterday Tomorrow's far away

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Somebody tell me (To give you money, work to give you money) Was the end of the week All the things we sign And the things we buy Ain't gonna keep us together Somebody told me Boy everything she wants is everything she sees

Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes Save all the jokes you're gonna make While I see how much drink I can take Then be my mistake Be my mistake Then turn out the light She bought me those jeans The ones you like

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you