What I`m Trying To Tell You

I don't know the meaning of much I don't know the right expressions I don't have too much intuition Or too many credentials I don't know the meaning of much I never make the best impressions And I don't have the means of expression To explain my obsessions All I'm trying to tell you All I'm trying to say All I'm trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away I don't have the Midas touch I never make a good impression And yes, I have the scars of ambition And its many expressions And I don't know the price of stuff And no, I don't command attention And I don't have sophistication Or the right connections All I'm trying to tell you All I'm trying to say All I'm trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away There's no room in the world for your kind of beauty Yours are the names on tomorrows newspapers Yours is the face of the desperate edge of now When, like the snows of yesteryear I'll be gone from this earth All I'm trying to tell you All I'm trying to say All I'm trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away But you're walking away La La La La La Wherever you go Wherever you run Wherever you go Now I'll be the pilot