The bearer of bad news Is talking to the greeds Floating for some message Hiding in the trees The wiery voice inside you Is darker in the night The healing in the morning light
But you're out wasting time With the right guy With the right guy
Tell the early morning That I am on my way Send to him my greetings For happier holidays Spent my open eyes on The things I left behind Like thirty feet in my hopeful eyes
But you're out wasting time With the right guy With the right guy
Rich man counts his money Then holds it in the light Folds it in his hands together And keeps it by his side Counts his every blessing He dubbed on our heads And told us to remember them
But you're out wasting time With the right guy With the right guy But you're out wasting time With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy
