Well, I don't know quite what to say
When it comes to you
You're happy, you're sad
Or something else
And I'm never quite sure what

You say good-bye and then hello
And I still don't know which
To really believe
It's quiet, and the stars are out
Shining down on me

Being honest is something I knew about
But acting is nothing like you
And in the quiet light
I hear you crying
Over nothing in particular

1989 January 22