If I turn away,
Just carry on.
I still feel the heat of your dejection.
If my eyes fall to the floor
Leave them where they lay
I don't need to see your dissafection.
You never asked, you never wanted
When it was yours for the taking.
And now it's much too late
But you have got some questions
Now it's much too late
For you to find the answers
And now your only god
Is paper in a purse
And there is not enough
Which only makes it worse
If I seem quite distant
Offhand or miles away
Maybee I have heard it all before
And you won't listen now
To someone half your age
All you want is my affirmation
