I heard your song the other night, the one that used to make me flinch,
Donít listen to much music these days; itís not a sensible way to live.
I donít wear my scarves anymore, and I tie my hair up to sleep,
Itís not that I miss the old days, my lost ways, country sunset rays,
Itís just that Iím not sure if this is the Ďmeí I want to keep.
I keep my face delicate and my mouth blasť,
Donít wear anything too involved or emotional,
Itís not that Iíd be turned away, I just wouldnít be as promotional.
I still behave aloof, an image of unavailability,
Is this what i wanted to make of me?