Hey There

Lately when I_m in my room all by myself, in this solitary gloom I call to myself: Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, love never made a fool of you. You used to be too wise. Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud, though he won_t throw a crumb to you, you think some day he_ll come to you. Better forget him, him with his nose in the air. He's got you dancing on a string. Break it and he won_t care. Won_t you take this advice I hand you like a mother? Or are you not seeing things too clear? Are you too much in love to hear? Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other? And out the other? Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes, Are you talkin' to me? love never made a fool of you. Not until now. You used to be so wise. Oh, that was a long time ago. Hey there, What? you on that high-flyin' cloud, though he won_t throw a crumb to you, you think some day he_s gonna come to you. Woah, better forget him. Forget him. He's got his nose in the air. He's got his nose in the air. He'll have you dancing on a string. A puppet on a string. Break it and he won_t care. He won't care for you. Won't you take this advice I hand you like a mother? Or are you not seein_ things too clear? Are you just too far gone to hear? Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other?