I would have thought that in this town of ours
A man could never be alone
I would have thought that in these early hours
He never need be on his own

But though I walk out in the crowd
I know I talk a lot too loud
I'm not impressed with what I say
Or what I do
I can't get through to anyone

I would have thought that being young like me
Would mean my eyes were open wide
But being young will never guarantee
That I won't want to look inside

And then I see me getting old
And then I see I'm growing cold
I'm not impressed with what I say
Or what I do
I can't get through to anyone

"Your not to blame dear"

And then I see me getting old
And then I see I'm growing cold
I'm not impressed with what I say
Or what I do
I can't get through to anyone

I can't get through
I can't get through
I can't get through
I can't get through, baby
I can't get through.....
