Well any sense I had is gone On an open field you had me run Where was the light we had before? I don't know why I ask at all I keep on talking carelessly I look in books and magazines Thinking a word could be enough You look at me I'm burning up When I hear your good advice I'm starting something And good advice I'm running from it I didn't ask and I didn't want it In an empty room you pardon me But all around us, whispering What we have now, anyone's guess So just be rude or your kindest You give it out so easily That now I drown in reasoning I can't be helped, or even heard And every word makes me feel worse When I hear your good advice I'm starting something Your good advice I keep running from it I shouldn't ask since I never want it Any sense I had at all is gone On the open field you had me run Where was the light we had before? Oh, I don't know why I ask at all If a pardon isn't what I want I can't be helped or even hurt By all this good advice I've heard Oh, your good advice I've started something I should have known that I didn't want it I'll never hear it I keep on running I didn't ask and I can't be pardoned