We sit so close together, many hours of every day
So this distance in between us has got nothing to do
With what you do or what you say
‘cause you’re not saying much of anything these days my dear
And for the hundred millionth time I’m wondering what I’m doing here

I’m sure there used to be a time when we would laugh and smile
But these same old, same told jokes
Have been getting real old for quite a while
And so I sit right by you feeling out of time and out of place
Cause you’ve traded up our love for your TV Face

And I wanted to say
That it isn’t your place
To go feel my disgrace
Cause it’s your tv face
And I wanted to say that it isn’t your place
So go feel my disgrace
It’s on your tv face
It’s on yours
And so it goes, and on, and on, and on

You got so many colours turning a kaleidoscope
But in this bank of love you’re coming up all overdrawn and flat-out broke
And when I try to talk things over you get up and go
I really think we’ve hit an all-time low

I can’t believe it, how on earth did we end up this way
I should just be long gone or try to stay
I guess it’s kind of fine, I guess it kind of feels so strange
You got my remote control and you think I need my channels changed

And I wanted to say
That it isn’t your place
To go feel my disgrace
Cause it’s your tv face
And I wanted to say that it isn’t your place
So go feel my disgrace
It’s on your tv face
It’s on yours
And so it goes, and on, and on, and on