I don't know the meaning of much
I don't know the right expressions
I don't have too much intuition or too many credentials
I don't know the meaning of much
I never make the best impressions
And I don't have the means of expression to explain my obsessions
All I'm just trying to tell you
And all I'm just trying to say
All I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough
But you're walking away
I don't have the Midas touch
I never make a good impression
And yes, I have the scars of ambition, and its many expressions
And I don't know the price of stuff
And no, I don't command attention
And I don't have sophistication or the right connections
All I'm just trying to tell you
And all I'm just trying to say
All I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough
But you're walking away
There's no room in the world for your kind of beauty
Yours are the names on tomorrow's newspapers
Yours is the face of the desperate edge of now
You're like the snows of yesteryear, I'll be gone from this Earth
All I'm just trying to tell you
And all I'm just trying to say
And all I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough
But you're walking away
All I'm just trying to tell you
And all I'm just trying to say
And all I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough
But you're walking away
La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Wherever you go, wherever you run
Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot
Wherever you go, wherever you run
Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot
Wherever you go, wherever you run
Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot
Wherever you go, wherever you run
Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot