Songs mean nothing to the deaf And looks mean nothing to the blind But, are we even lucky to be none? Joe will never hear this song and And Ann has never seen his face but Oh, if that's not love then I'm the Pope I wish that I was missing you Instead of kissing you And that's to say I'd scare you away You wouldn't last a day in my head A day in my bed A day, no, a minute in the life I'm living You wouldn't last a day in my head A day in my bed Not a second There is violence in styling Oh, go back to sleep, my darling Big self will always win in the end They don't have a name for guys like me They must be scared of what they See, they're always talking saying nothing I don't hang out with guys my age They're so much older than me And that's to say they scare me away You wouldn't last a day in my head A day in my bed A day, no, a minute in the life I'm living You wouldn't last a day in my head A day in my bed Not a second I let my guard down That poor guy had such strong hopes for me And that's to say I scared him away You wouldn't last a day in my head A day in my bed A day, no, a minute in the life I'm living You wouldn't last a day in my head A day in my bed Not a second