She talks with her eyes but she keeps them closed
Most of the time in case her real intentions show
Who you are ain't how you feel, but rather who you know
Outsourced opinions: a religion all its own

I need it now, I need it then
It's closing in
I need it now, before too long
It's here, then gone

It goes off like a siren in my ear
This old tin roof won't do too much to keep me here
They say "you're so elusive, not conducive to the plan"
Yeah, I'm your man