Lyrics:

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 got to say
You said it anyway to me

Now I will listen especially at work

It's really not a chore to me

So put me in a bag

And bury me in rags

The lady upstairs
She makes me strong

Can't make it to the bar

Can't make it to the bed

Caught and confused
You give it up for this
Now I will listen to what you have to say

You said it anyway, though you're not, not too sure
You, you will listen because it means that much to you

You're everything I do or see

They may not work it out
They may not work it out
They may not work it out

They may not work it out