Dennis Brown Everybody's Talking At Me
Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of their voice.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Sailing of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of their voice.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Sailing of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.