Silkworm Young
Everybody talks so much
You don't ever say a thing
But I like to hear the sound of your voice
I rarely find it irritating
If the cosmos has a plan
I hope it tells you what you want to hear
Maybe later on
When everyone's just standing around
You can be in the clear
If you want to become a bum
Find someone who adores you in every way
If you want to jump off a big tall bridge
Find someone who might talk you out of it
When a hurdle pops up in the road
You got to take a pretty good run
You might keep me young
I've been working nine to five
Give or take an hour maybe two
Leaves eight hours every night
To do what I want to do
Short days hot nights
That's the way it really ought to be
Everybody wants someone exotic
Who is in love with the ordinary
