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