Pick up the microphone and sing
Let them know what you feel inside
Never try to hide…
Give up living in your dreams
Don't you know this is real life
Not some kind of rhyme…
Just when you think you can make up your mind
The loving ones come up from your behind
And the singing's gone. GONE.
Ain't got nothing for you here Get your car and just start to drive
Not afraid to slide…
Don't ever try to make me blink
Give it up, I got my open eyes
And I can hardly cry…
The loving ones don't seem that nice no more
Just when you need them they walk out the door
And the singing's gone. GONE.
