Tryin' to stop The little hands of the clock With all the bills you have got Fair while outside of the city Drove that car so fast You did see(?) Do I believe him? The tourmaline(?) man What goes up must come down Do I foresee trouble ahead for you and me? Do I agree that rubble clouds your ability to see? And even just your abilities He stopped you in your tracks Left you looking black You were made of wax He's got you always looking back But you know I'd never step on your tail So please listen to me Please listen to me You bring it on yourself You do And I know you Could be happier, yes Happier, yes Happier, yes Happier, yes Happier, yes Happier, yes Happier dressed (Happier, yes) Tryin' to stop (Happier, yes) The little hands of the clock Will not do anything