Words
Words
My words ran away from me
Now I'm lost and they're out at sea
Sailing away
They come and go, like the breeze
Whisper sweet, burn like disease
They change with the day
And I seem to say
All the wrong things on the right day
And I seem to do
All the wrong things on the right cue
At least most of the time
My words took me down the wrong track
And now I want to take it back
So I'll run away
If only I could be free
Of the plague that my words seem to be
I'd thank the day
For I seem to say
All the wrong things on the right day
And I seem to do
All the wrong things on the right cue
At least most of the time
And life can be
Such a give or take
Some laugh while they're dying
Some cry when they wake
But there are some words
That I could never do without
That paint pictures on polished walls
And dance away with doubt
My words came back to me
They stayed awhile, we had some tea
While time whiled away
I said, "please be kind and please don't go"
They said, "we'll try, but you never know"
Depends on the day
And I seem to say
All the wrong things on the right day
And I seem to do
All the wrong things on the right cue
At least most of the time
My words ran away from me
Now I'm lost and they're out at sea
Sailing away
They come and go, like the breeze
Whisper sweet, burn like disease
They change with the day
And I seem to say
All the wrong things on the right day
And I seem to do
All the wrong things on the right cue
At least most of the time
My words took me down the wrong track
And now I want to take it back
So I'll run away
If only I could be free
Of the plague that my words seem to be
I'd thank the day
For I seem to say
All the wrong things on the right day
And I seem to do
All the wrong things on the right cue
At least most of the time
And life can be
Such a give or take
Some laugh while they're dying
Some cry when they wake
But there are some words
That I could never do without
That paint pictures on polished walls
And dance away with doubt
My words came back to me
They stayed awhile, we had some tea
While time whiled away
I said, "please be kind and please don't go"
They said, "we'll try, but you never know"
Depends on the day
And I seem to say
All the wrong things on the right day
And I seem to do
All the wrong things on the right cue
At least most of the time
Credits
Writer(s): Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Alan Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
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