You ain't calling the shots anymore, 'cause I don't care anymore,
for you anymore, or me.
Wasted, lying, tired of trying and I can't seem to see a thing worth my life anymore,
my soul's left the floor and he's left it all to me.
And your gods don't know when, your gods don't know when,
but I hope they keep your dirty little tricks from
And there are things that I cannot say, 'cause He/ she (?) don't care anymore,
the bones hit the floor and you've run away.
Wasted, lying, tired of trying and I can't seem to see a thing worth my life anymore,
my soul's left the floor and I guess he left it all to me.
And your gods don't know when, your gods don't know when,
but I hope they keep your dirty little tricks from me.
| 1 | For Your Eyes |
| 2 | Drift Off To Sleep |
| 3 | Yard of Blonde Girls |
| 4 | Close Your Eyes |
| 5 | Seems Almost Impossible |
| 6 | Me And You |
| 7 | On My Way |
| 8 | Or Just Rearrange |
| 9 | Tell Me It Ain't So |
| 10 | The Leading Guy |