Yours are nice
They fit you like a glove you?ve sewn
Too bad
I?ve got to find my own
Yours are good
They?ve seen you through the bad times you?ve known
Sorry
I?ve got to find my own
I don?t know how many times I?ve relied on you
To see me through
Never an original thought in my head
I think I?m starting to think there was something wrong
All along
I?m full of words I?ve never said
Yours are fine
I?ve seen you squeezing water from stone
Good-bye
I?ve got to find my own
I know you?ve thought about me when you wanted to:
After you
Maybe that?s the way you believe people are
I must be crazy to look for an empty seat
On a two-way street
Your way just hasn?t got me far
Yours are great
You laugh at all the chances you?ve blown
Good-bye, I?ve got to find my own