different drum

Susanna Hoffs

Well you and I
Travel to the beat of a different drum
Canââ?¬â?¢t you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me

Yes, you cry and moan
And say itââ?¬â?¢ll work out
But honey child Iââ?¬â?¢ve got my doubts
You canââ?¬â?¢t see the forest for the trees

Now donââ?¬â?¢t get me wrong
Itââ?¬â?¢s not that I knock it
Itââ?¬â?¢s just that I am not in the market
For a girl
Who wants to love only me
And Iââ?¬â?¢m not saying that you ainââ?¬â?¢t pretty
Allââ?¬â?¢s I sayingââ?¬â?¢s that Iââ?¬â?¢m not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins
In on me

So goodbye
Iââ?¬â?¢m a-leavinââ?¬â?¢
I see no sense in you cryinââ?¬â?¢ and grievinââ?¬â?¢
Weââ?¬â?¢ll both live a lot longer
If you live without me.