Lately when I_m in my room all by myself,

in this solitary gloom I call to myself:



Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,

love never made a fool of you. You used to be too wise.

Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud,

though he won_t throw a crumb to you, you think some day he_ll come to you.



Better forget him, him with his nose in the air.

He's got you dancing on a string. Break it and he won_t care.



Won_t you take this advice I hand you like a mother?

Or are you not seeing things too clear?

Are you too much in love to hear?

Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other?

And out the other?



Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,

Are you talkin' to me?

love never made a fool of you.

Not until now.

You used to be so wise.

Oh, that was a long time ago.



Hey there,

What?

you on that high-flyin' cloud,

though he won_t throw a crumb to you,

you think some day he_s gonna come to you.



Woah, better forget him.

Forget him.

He's got his nose in the air.

He's got his nose in the air.

He'll have you dancing on a string.

A puppet on a string.

Break it and he won_t care.

He won't care for you.



Won't you take this advice I hand you like a mother?

Or are you not seein_ things too clear?

Are you just too far gone to hear?

Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other?