I really want to know whatever happened to predictability?
The milkman, the paperboy, evening tv?
How did I get to living here?
Somebody tell me please!
This old world's confusing me.
With clouds as mean as you've ever seen, ain't a bird who knows your tune.
Then a little voice inside you whispers: "Kid don't sell your dreams, so soon."
The milkman, the paperboy, evening tv?
How did I get to living here?
Somebody tell me please!
This old world's confusing me.
With clouds as mean as you've ever seen, ain't a bird who knows your tune.
Then a little voice inside you whispers: "Kid don't sell your dreams, so soon."