What I'm Trying To Tell You

I don't know the meaning of much

I don't know the right expressions

I don't have too much intuition

Or too many credentials

I don't know the meaning of much

I never make the best impressions

And I don't have the means of expression

To explain my obsessions

All I'm trying to tell you

All I'm trying to say

All I'm trying to tell you is this is enough

But you're walking away

I don't have the Midas touch

I never make a good impression

And yes, I have the scars of ambition

And its many expressions

And I don't know the price of stuff

And no, i don't command attention

And I don't have sophistication

Or the right connections

All I'm trying to tell you

All I'm trying to say

All I'm trying to tell you is this is enough

But you're walking away

There's no room in the world for your kind of beauty

Yours are the names on tomorrows newspapers

Yours is the face of the desperate edge of now

When, like the snows of yesteryear I'll be gone from this earth

All I'm trying to tell you

All I'm trying to say

All I'm trying to tell you is this is enough?

But you're walking away

All I'm trying to tell you

All I'm trying to say

All I'm trying to tell you is this is enough?

But you're walking away

La La La La La

Wherever you go

Wherever you run

Wherever you go

Now I'll be the pilot

Wherever you go

Wherever you run

Wherever you go

Now I'll be the pilot

Wherever you go

Wherever you run

Wherever you go

Now I'll be the pilot

Wherever you go

Wherever you run

Wherever you go

Now I'll be the pilot