I'm waitin' for the sun to go down I'm waitin' for the sun to go down Although it's spitshine in the daylight I know there's a crooked underground I promise my ship is coming in I promise my ship's coming in And when I cash in all my favors The color will run to your cheeks again Try to understand, baby, won't you try to understand Scratch my back, wash my hands, but make things happen Try to understand, baby, won't you try to understand We cut a path across this land to make things happen I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve After all the half-truths and rumors Hope you've managed to stay a little naive Try to understand, baby won't you try to understand Scratch my back, wash my hands, and make things happen Try to understand, baby won't you try to understand We cut a path across this land and make things happen Try, try, try, try to understand, make things happen Try, try, try, try to understand, make things happen We'll make things happen