Listen

When things blink just right

Like they're blinking here tonight

From the corner of my eye

They came to be

Tell your trouble to

Someone stuck here just like you

Sucking in the smoke

Like it's going out of style

And I'll listen to what you got to say

You said it anyway to me

Now I will listen especially at work

It's really not a chore to me

So put me in a bag

And bury me in rags

The lady upstairs

She makes me strong

Can't make it to the bar

Can't make it to the bed

Caught and confused

You give it up for this

Now I will listen to what you have to say

You said it anyway, though you're not, not too sure

You, you will listen because it means that much to you

You're everything I do or see

They may not work it out

They may not work it out

They may not work it out

They may not work it out