Sitting on the corner of my bed,
looking down at my feet
thinking I’ve got to cut them nails,
while your yelling at me

and you are right again that I am wrong
yes you are right again that I am wrong

The silence is deafening,
oh please won’t you yell
The silence it hurts my ears,
but of that I’m sure you can tell

and I am the same you say, unchanged
yes I am the same you say, I remain

and I don’t understand you cause you won’t tell me
and I can’t understand you, cause you won’t tell me

Up and down we go
and down and down
These rare ups we have must be
what keeps us hanging round

and we’ve been down for sometime
and I guess the fault is mine
and we’ve been down for some time
and I guess I’ll

. . . learn