Listening, Listening And every hand is framed That gang of hours still call themselves a day. Call it shades and subtleties, Enraged, grey generalities, Whatever 'Cause I'll still call it plain. CHORUS I'd like to get enough to get Enough to get by. String along and wave goodbye A train will lull any soul to sleep. You'll wake to find you're still alone With every lie you know. Come with me and waste another hour. REPEAT CHORUS Be my all, my, Be my own. REPEAT CHORUS