The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
The Weepies
It's hard to say what you mean to me
Everyone is scenery
So you take a late-night drive alone
Trying to get home
Ohh come on come on come on
Give me a sign of life
'Cause there's another way
That I'd rather be
If I could only get you alone
It's an inside joke that I never get
And I'm dying inside
But I'm not dead yet
Everyone is beautiful
Traffic like a funeral
And everybody tries to keep in touch
Through the radio
Ohh come on come on come on
Give me a sign of life
'Cause there's another way
That I'd rather be
If I could only get you alone
It's an inside joke that I never get
And I'm dying inside
But I'm not dead yet
I guess you would say
You still are mine
Nevermind the years
Of wasted time
I see you much
Later on, after everybody
Else is gone...
Wasted on a Saturday
Join the great majority
All the ways I tried to keep in touch
You'll never know
Ohh come on come on come on
Give me a sign of life
'Cause there's another way
That I'd rather be
If I could only get you alone
It's an inside joke that I never get
And I'm dying inside
But I'm not dead yet, dead yet...
Ahhh, oooh (x3)