You said you had the balls to carry on, they were way to little
And those who can be friends with everyone
They were way to pretty
They move on and forth and thirty hours later
They claim to be apart from everyone
And they hope they’re different
Like those who’ll be apart from anyone, better known as critics
They move on and forth and notice from a distance
And they know your name but keep the shutters tight
And we won’t miss a word to speak
As long as we’ve got drinks and smoke
And stories move from man to man
As morning sneaks a glance
You said you had the balls to carry on, they were way to little
I’m sure you will be friends with everyone
And I know you want to move on and forth
And we’ll be back again