So now this house has grown too small
Don't think of how it used to be
You say you live now in tomorrow
And there I sense you don't see me
The clock chimes four, you'll turn again then
To take pursuit of empty dreams
My sensitivity is dying
You're bound to some day think of me
Hey, hey, can't you see
Baby, don't you lie to me
I know you think that you must go
Well, I think that's alright by me
Nervous words and empty motions
Claim symptoms just too plain to pass
I don't know where you think you're going
But you have drained my love at last
Tomorrow I'll be slowly movin'
I can't waste all my days the same
Don't stop to think of where I might be
Don't stop to figure who's to blame
Hey, hey, can't you see
Baby, don't you lie to me
I know you think that you must go
Well, I think that's alright by me
I'll drink my last toast to your wealth, babe
I'll break my last convicting smile
Don't think of what you must remind me
I'm going to let you keep your style
The asphalt's branded old illusions
Of what you'll be when not confined
Have taken you, so just go on now
For I've been coastin' I don't mind
Hey, hey, can't you see
Baby, don't you lie to me
I know you think that you must go
Well, I think that's alright by me
Well, I think that's alright by me
That’s Alright By Me was written by Gene Clark.