different drum

The Lemonheads

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh, canââ?¬â?¢t you tell by the way I run, every time you make eyes at me
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

Donââ?¬â?¢t get me wrong, itââ?¬â?¢s not that Iââ?¬â?¢d knock it
Itââ?¬â?¢s just that I, Iââ?¬â?¢m not in the market for a girl who wants to love only me
And I ainââ?¬â?¢t saying you ainââ?¬â?¢t pretty, all Iââ?¬â?¢m sayingââ?¬â?¢s Iââ?¬â?¢m not ready
For any person place or thing to try and pull the reins in on me

So, goodbye, I donââ?¬â?¢t believe and I see no sense
In this crying and grieving, weââ?¬â?¢ll both live a lot longer if you live without me