755. Listen - Lambchop

When things blink just right
Like they're blinking here tonight
From the corner of my eye
They came, to be

Tell your trouble to
Someone stuck here just like you
Sucking in the smoke
Like it's going out of style

And i'll listen,
To what you have to say
You said it any way to me
And you'll listen
Special at work
It's really not a chore to me

So put me in a bag
And bury me in rags
The lady upstairs,
She makes you strong

Can't make it to the bar
Can't make it to the bed
Caught up and confused
Would you give it up for this

And i'll listen
To what you've got to say
You said it anyway, though you're not, not too sure
You'll listen
Because it means that much to you
You're everything i do, or see

They may not work it out