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’ve got to say

You said it any way to me

And you’ll listen

Something special is 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 made, me strong

Can’t make it to the bar

Can’t make it to the bath

Caught up and confused

You give it up for this

And I, I will listen

To what you’ve got to say

You said it anyway, though you’re not, not too sure

And you, you will listen

Because it means that much to you

You’re everything i do, or see

They may not work it out