I looked at you hard, I looked at you strong, I knew you were wrong
But I wanted you bad, I knew you were mad, your eyes they were sad
They were looking at me

Is it too late, is it too bad, is it too much
For your kind of touch
You're tripping me out, I know you were right
I'm losing my mind
Over you. I'm over you

Whom are you kidding; you couldn't do better
You're closer than ever
To the land of the free
You never belonged, as you always preferred a good song
Over me

All those stories collected, not interrelated, can be well nominated
For the best show in town
But what is it to you, if through you
They're all getting to you this time