Different Drum

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum Oh, can't you tell by the way I run Every time you make eyes at me You cry, and moan, and say it'll work out But honey child, I've got my doubts You can't see the forest for the trees Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'd knock it It's just that I, I'm not in the market For a girl who wants to love only me And I ain't saying you ain't pretty All I'm saying's I'm not ready For any person place or thing To try and pull the reins in on me So, goodbye, I don't believe And I see no sense In this crying and grieving We'll both live a lot longer If you live without me