(s macdonald) If i turn my head the other way won't nobody know better If no one has a thing to say nothing will ever upset her If i never wear a suit or tie i don't think it will matter If i strike out while i'm at the plate they'll forgive me with the very next batter [bridge & chorus] It seems this thing is k**ing me and I can't find a way out Everything that's been done 's been done for ease Eliminate possibilities I choke myself with my own hand I'm drawing circles in the sand When my hands are cold and my hair is gray will they ever remember When my eyes were bright will it all be december When it comes down to my own true thoughts i always think about leaving When i run away and i leave the rest who will be doing the grieving [bridge & chorus] And i don't know what i do this for is it only a living And i forget it all when i close the door could it be mine for the giving And i try to bring myself around think about something or other And my head is down and i hide myself from the eyes of a staring big brother [bridge & chorus]