(Lyle Lovett)

I walked in his office

He told me pull up a chair

And he looked in my eyes

With a cold steely stare

And he spoke with a wisdom

That I'd never heard

And as I was hanging

On every last word



He said son

I think you know what I mean

He said son

I think you know what I mean

He said son

I think you know what I mean



He said the hallway is lonesome

And the hallway is long

And one end is shiny

And one end is gone

And the middle burns brightly

With the color of night

And the doors are all open

But no one's inside



He said son

I think you know what I mean

He said son

I think you know what I mean

He said son

I think you know what I mean



Hell he hollered

And he hopped up

And he kicked back his chair

And he said I'd be stupid

If I didn't care

To understand better

Would leave him no doubt

In a world full of something

That I'd be without



He said son

I think you know what I mean

He said son

I think you know what I mean

He said son

I think you know what I mean



But it's springtime in Texas

And my memory grows faint

As the bluebonnets dance

With the indian paints

The highway is lonesome

But the highway is straight

And some things are heavy

But they ain't worth the weight



I think you know what I mean

I think you know what I really mean

I think you know what I mean



I think you know what I mean

I think you know what I really mean

I think you know what I mean