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 have to say

You said it any way to me

And you'll listen

Something special is at work

It's really not a chore to me


So put me in a bag

Or bury me in rags

The lady upstairs,

She made, me strong


Can't make it to the bar

Can't make it to the bath

Caught and confused

You give it up for this


Cause, i'll listen

To what you have to say

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

I'll listen

Because it means that much to you

You're everything i do, or see


They may not work it out