Wrings her hands With his back turned Tiring of her smile Oh to spin him round and tell him how it feels To run and run and not go anywhere Talk and talk and not say anything Tell me tell me are you listening? Tell me tell me are you listening? And she can hear the revolution It's the fading voice of reason Slipping down the back horizon Drowned out by the television Rolls her eyes Sorts her daydreams In a haze of sunset glow She recalls the pretty story that she knew And says you never take me anywhere And then you wonder what I worry for Tell me tell me what I wanna hear Tell me tell me what I'm waiting for And now we've learned To read and write and speak and eat and sow and reap And love and hate and stay up late and while away the lazy days And while away the lazy days And wait our turn for what we face And now it's time to start to count the days And now it's time