If you have a clue to what they might be, please email me.
You walk into the office
A blue-eyed boy shackled to the street
Secretary says "take a number, have a seat."
You know sometimes you gotta walk a little taller than you talk
Well you know sometimes you have to want it all
It's a talent I must admit
It's great but not quite it
Oh, there's always a thousand more
Oh, yes I'm sorry, but that's not what we're looking for
And all her life
So happy without a clue
And all my time
Spent searching for more to choose
And all her life
With nothing to pursue
And all my time
Spent searching for more to choose
You walk into the bedroom
It's a safer place to make a plea
We go behind the blinds [?cuz there? or ?to bed?], there's no sight to see
She knows sometimes the passing glance goes way too far
Sometimes she has good sense to ignore the scars
It's a talent I must admit
It's great but not quite it
Oh, there's always a thousand more
Oh, yes I'm sorry, but that's not what we're looking for
And all their lives
So happy without a clue
And all my time
Spent searching for more to choose
And all her life
With nothing to pursue
And all my time
Spent searching for more to choose
Well the hands that hold you
Hold you in vain
And you wear your pride
Like a thorn in your side
And it leaves you anywhere but satisfied
And all their lives
So happy without a clue
And all my time
Spent searching for more to choose
And all her life
With nothing to pursue
And all my time
Spent searching for more to choose
All her life
All my time now baby
All my time
Searching for more to choose
All my time
All my time
All my time
