Don't mind you shouting
Just think your style excludes
The part that really matters
Just grow tired
Of empty minds mouthing
English language courses
While they struggle with the a b c of heart
And I confess
That all I've learnt
Has been learnt a million times
By every empty heart
That ever felt a song come home
But I'd he happy
When next I ask the time
11 I find I've wasted none of mine
listening while you wasted all of yours.


