Lyrics:

Everybody's talking
Nobody's listening
And everybody's sweating
And nobody's glistening

Nobody knows what he's thinking
Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking
And it seems kind of creepy
Seems like the kind that stalks

Nobody knows when he's sinking
Always looks so pensive whether or not he's thinking
And to him it seems, to him it screams
Everyone's just waiting to talk

And everyone's waiting to talk, Lord
It's all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls
In the bus stations, bathroom stalls
Yeah, it seems everyone's just waiting to talk

What must he be thinking?
Can we even guess?
He's not really linking
Himself with t
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