(Frantz/McGee)
Should I take a bow
Are you laughing
Stop that
You're crushing my soul
And what's more than an earful
Stop your crying
Now wet your dry eyes
Your dry eyes
Can't find the words,
But I long to be with you
To see your hair blowing in the breeze
Could take a chance
Find others to run to
But I'll stand
With the unmoving tees
With the trees
If you turn away
Turn away smiling
Show off those teeth
That you've filed
It troubles my soul
I'm beguiled
Are we jumping
To depths of unknown?
Of unknown