The bearer of bad news is talking to the breeze
Floating forth the message
Hiding in the trees
The weary voice inside you is darker in the night
The healing hand
The morning light

While you're out wasting time with the right guy
With the right guy

Tell the early morning that I am on my way
Send to him my greetings for happy holidays
Spend my open eyes on the things I left behind
My sturdy feet and my hopeful life

While you're out wasting time with the right guy
With the right guy

The rich man counts his money and holds it in the light
Folds the ends together and keeps it by his side
He counts his every blessing heaped upon our heads
And tells us to remember them

While you're out wasting time with the right guy
With the right guy

While you're out wasting time with the right guy
With the right guy
With the right guy
With the right guy
With the right guy
With the right guy
With the right guy