Sour Suite — текст песни (The Guess Who)

Don`t wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this mornin`

I don`t wanna think about the night before
Or maybe it`s a bore behind that open door
Got no time for that this mornin`

If I had the mind or I had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warnin`

But it`s too late now
It`s too late now
It`s too late now

I don`t wanna think about a runaway Dad
That took away the only thing that I`ve ever had
Don`t even miss him this mornin`

I don`t wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can`t help him out this mornin`

Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to see
And perhaps it`s just as well, `cause I`d rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this mornin`

But it`s too late now
It`s too late now
It`s too late now

Whatever happened to images, `cause now they`re gone
And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin` on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It`s just like 4 6 2 O 1
It`s just like 4 6 2 O 1

Whatever happened to early morning urban skies?
And broken faces, half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with time
`Cause I`m still here and I can`t beg a dime
I`m back here in 4 6 2 O 1
I`m back here in 4 6 2 O 1

Some bed is waitin` for me `round the corner now
I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
Back here in 4 6 2 O 1, yeah
Mmm, there`s gotta be a few small changes made

Don`t wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this mornin`