Yours are nice They fit you like a glove you've sewn Too bad I've got to find my own Yours are good They've seen you through the bad times you've known Sorry I've got to find my own I don't know how many times I've relied on you To see me through Never an original thought in my head I think I'm starting to think there was something wrong All along I'm full of words I've never said Yours are fine I've seen you squeezing water from stone Good-bye I've got to find my own I know you've thought about me when you wanted to: After you Maybe that's the way you believe people are I must be crazy to look for an empty seat On a two-way street Your way just hasn't got me far Yours are great You laugh at all the chances you've blown Good-bye, I've got to find my own