You suddenly don't lack words You talk so much it's uncool We're movin' backwards No progress thoughts(?), you're uncool All their talk, it's late(?) and it's talking Think you'll prob'ly tell the leaves are brown It gets me! All I wanted to do was dance with you Sometimes I wonder If you really give a toss, man Integrity lost, man If you can be the bossman All this talkin' around the point I confess the plan: I wanna go home! Unhealthy! Cos there's a lot that that we could do All this talkin' around the point And looking at me like that and goin' on and on On and on and on and on, on and on (Instrumental) You suddenly don't lack words You talk so much it's uncool We're movin' backwards No progress forwards(?), you're uncool All this talk, it's late(?) and it's talking Think you'll prob'ly tell the leaves are brown It gets me! All I wanted to do was dance with you Talk to me of summer It's cold and fraught (?) at that time of the year And I don't know if I'll be here at the turning of the year