Give me a reason for talking When everything's already said It's clear to see from history And things I see on my TV Words just formed a symphony Of things that we never got round to Seems like it's time to stop looking For things that already are found The woods should not be hard to see They've taken down all the trees But somebody once told me They were somewhere around here Oooh, Aaah, oooh, aaah Will make a new declaration So maybe the next generation Will see this all as history Turned into obscurity Words will form a symphony of things That we will get round to Hold on hope and dream Maureen, my sweet sixteen You and me, could be free Ignore mortality Let's take the bus to anywhere Oooh, Aaah, oooh, aaah