So drop your things

And sit with me


And tell me all the things

You did today

We've been working our poor hands to the bone



And I was quiet

All of the day

It's hard to say things

In my own way

But there's something about the way you talk to me



Sometimes I'm acting

Inside my head

Rehearse my lines before they are said



So right beside you

All the way

And I'll tell you all the plans that I have made

I am working these old fields forever



So close your eyes

Feel the rain

And tell me all the things

You did today

And the wheelt that turns won't turn the other way



Sometimes I'm acting

Inside my head

Rehearse my lines before they are said



Sometimes I'm pretending

Inside my head

So take what's ours and leave all the rest

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