You've been making life plans And I don't figure in them, 27 letters Did you even read them, And you went rushing out With a crowd of friends around, And you belong to everyone And you don't hang around, Hang around, You've got big ideas And I don't wanna hear them, 27 letters Right there where I left them, And you went rushing out With a crowd of friends around, And you belong to everyone And you don't hang around, And the car left in the road And you lie down on the coast, And you belong to everyone And you won't hang around, I'm high as a kite in the garden Looking out for lights over London, God is true, Roll up your sleeves in the snow Prove that you're able to cope, And I roll cigarettes while you're driving Sentimental talks back in Ireland, (?), And stay there and sulk if you won't But come back inside if you don't know And I leave my love Cause I can't take what it does, And I leave my love Cause I can't take what it does, And I leave my love Cause I can't take what it does,