plan your future You don't want to live your present You don't even want to sink into your past Then I said I said Hang on... Hang on for a while
That will grow crooked, that you can?t make straight It?s the price you gotta pay Do yourself a favour and pack you bags Buy a ticket and get on the
soul? Somebody pick up the phone They?re calling me from the corner of my walls From the other side Voices of the old! Voices.. whoa - oh oh Voices.. whoa - oh oh oh Voices
on me I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me