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You don't ask about my birthday
Or my Band-Aid
Talk about being a bore
Let's talk about you some more

Well, I remember the time
I would've sunk every dime
And every hope into you
And while I'm well rested
And thoroughly invested in being through

And you say someday, yeah
You'll be changed
And someday, some way, yeah
Just have a little faith

And like a heavenly body
Sitting in a lobby
You're a plane going down
I was wasting your time
And you were wasting mine
Going round and around

And you say someday, yeah
You'll be changed

We'll have a little place

And you'll be a man of means
And I'll be someone
And far above in-between

But when I call you on the telephone
You apologize and put me right on hold
Talk about metaphor
Let's talk about you some more
Let's talk about you some more
Let's talk about

And you say someday, yeah
You'll be changed
And someday, some way, yeah
Just have a little faith

And someday, some way, yeah
You'll be changed
And someday, someday
Can be too hard to wait for

You don't ask about my birthday
Or my Band-Aid
Talk about being a bore