Young

Everybody talks so much

You don't ever say a thing

But I like to hear the sound of your voice

I rarely find it irritating

If the cosmos has a plan

I hope it tells you what you want to hear

Maybe later on

When everyone's just standing around

You can be in the clear

If you want to become a bum

Find someone who adores you in every way

If you want to jump off a big tall bridge

Find someone who might talk you out of it

When a hurdle pops up in the road

You got to take a pretty good run

You might keep me young

I've been working nine to five

Give or take an hour maybe two

Leaves eight hours every night

To do what I want to do

Short days hot nights

That's the way it really ought to be

Everybody wants someone exotic

Who is in love with the ordinary