Don`t get me wrong
Don`t mind you shouting
Just think your style excludes
The part that really matters
Just grow tired
Of empty minds mouthing
English language courses
While they struggle with the a b c of heart
And I confess
That all I`ve learnt
Has been learnt a million times
By every empty heart
That ever felt a song come home
But I`d he happy
When next I ask the time
If I find I`ve wasted none of mine
listening while you wasted all of yours
