Getting used to seeing peoples backs Through my rear window I jump in and they just dipping toe That's how you make a friend a foe You're clockin' out 4.59 And I'm working through the weekend See you sipping on the finest wine And leaving me with natty light Blinded by the gold, but that ain't me no more I'm all done keeping score We lost the melody that we used to sing But I'm gonna make 'em miss me If they say your word is all you've got You're running on empty But not everything can be bought Where it counts I've got plenty Blinded by the gold, but that ain't me no more I'm all done keeping score We lost the melody that we used to sing But I'm gonna make 'em miss me Blinded by the gold, but that ain't me no more I'm all done keeping score Hell, We lost the melody Yeah, that we used to sing But I'm gonna make 'em miss me Yeah but I'm gonna make 'em miss me I'm gonna 'em miss me