Well, you don't ask about my birthday
Or my band-aid
(Talk about being a bore)
Let's talk about you some more
Well, I remember the time I would've sunk every dime and every hope into
you
But now I'm well-rested and thoroughly invested in being through
And you say, someday, you'll be changed
And someday, someway... just have a little faith
And like a heavenly body sitting in a lobby or a plane going down
I was wasting your time and you were wasting mine, going round and around
And you say, someday, you'll be changed
And someday, someway we'll have a little place
And you'll be a man of means
And I'll be someone far above in-between
But when I call you on the telephone
You apologize and put me right on hold
Talk about metaphor
Let's talk about you some more,
Let's talk about you some more,
Let's talk about...
You say someday you'll be changed
Someday someway we'll have a little faith
Someday someday you'll be changed
But sometimes someday is too hard to wait for...
