Note - This Time Next Year
Who's at the wheel when the road keeps on turning
Never really getting anywhere
with my feet off the ground
Never had a better chance to say anything
You, it's you, you that defeats me
So talk down my hopeless frustration
Doesn't make it any better
(doesn't make it any better)
To scream out this woeful narration
I'm dead, dead, I'm dead
Don't say it's over
Don't say it's done
Don't speak
You just keep bringing me down
And beat me black and blue
Who's at the wheel?
Who's this charming young fellow?
Feeding me my days and letting me down
Never had a better chance to say anything
You, it's you, you that defeats me
So talk down my youthful persuasion
It doesn't make it any better
(doesn't make it any better)
to scream out this woeful narration
I'm dead, dead, I'm dead!
Don't say it's over
Don't say it's done
Don't speak
You just keep bringing me down
and beat me black and blue
You are the reason I'm having these nightmares
You are the reason I'm singing
I can't believe in these troubled conversations
I'm dead, dead, I'm dead!
Don't say it's over
Don't say it's done
Don't speak
You just keep bringing me down
and beat me black and blue
Black and blue, black and blue
Don't speak
You just keep bringing me down
And beat me black and blue
Don't say it's over
Don't say it's done
Don't say it's over
Don't say it's done
Don't speak, you just keep bringing me down
And beat me black and blue