(It always comes to this . . .)

Stop telling me I can’t feel anything,
infatuation’s just a way to pass the time
Stop waiting for that wide-eyed piece of paper
that points a finger and erases every line

Don’t come around here in your raincoat
all humble and dry on the inside
Don’t blame what I’ve been through
‘cause there isn’t any reason . . . no, no, no

(Chorus)
But over and over, over she said
But it always goes over and over, over my head

Stop wishing I could be somebody who would
Hold to tradition when conditions won’t allow
And stop thinking, ‘cause you’re always thinking
Look what you’re missing being stubborn, being proud

And don’t come around here with replacements
All eager and shiny on the outside
Don’t blame me and not you
‘cause there isn’t any reason . . . no, no, no

(Chorus)

Ooh, stop telling me I can’t feel anything,
Or I’ll forget to not uncover every flaw
And don’t come around here in your raincoat
all eager and shiny on the outside
Don’t blame what I’ve been through
‘cause there isn’t any reason . . . no, no, no

(Chorus)

Over and over . . .

(It always comes to this . . .)

words & music – Carl Allocco