I'm running out of things to say I'm running out of clothes to wear I'm running out of reasons To wake just to find I'm never where I want to be I'm never who I want to be But every time I'll lie I'll lie for you But you? I'm as passive as a turnstile I'm as patient as painted tile Just waiting for my luck to dry The leaves are floating Little waving hands Martyrs for a season's plan To shed away what it doesn't need But you? I remember feeling like a ghost In all the places I'd go I remember when I took you home You told me not to look so sad Blue eyes When I'll lie I'll lie for you But you? I remember feeling like a ghost (But you?) I remember when I took you home (But you?)