My friends are all starting to look old You can see the lines where their smiles don't go You can hang around when I want to be alone Have I told you so? I have told you so You've got impossible dreams and you seem To be holding your seams in the sweetness of an old Sweet dream, and you have what all your friend's Want to pay attention to, and you've got What all you're friends won't pay attention to. We're going to have to cover All those things we can't clear - now we talk For hours about the cost of the year I heard you worked it out With all those things that you hear Have I told you so? I have told you so And i'm holding my hands at the airport Watching you never arrive. Hearing the sounds Of air and car traffic, i'm whistling "i will survive" And i'm whispering all of the time.