Things to do Yeah, I've got them in my room I've got it going on The silence of the phone not ringing Is just a present thing under my mind Think of you, yeah oh I've got such better things to do than you And I don't notice hardly even at all The aching expanse of space Aching, radiating out, in circles around my house Things to do, Yeah ooh I've got them in my room I've got it going on And I could read until the end of the page Without looking for your name Start over at the top of the page Read it all again It's all the same And I don't notice hardly even at all The aching expanse of space Aching, raidating out, in circles around my house