There's so much hanging in the air
Throw ropes from somewhere over there
And don't follow through
Cause I'll follow down the line
With no one on the other side
So where are you?
If, if, if, if, if
If you want to converse
I'll be there at the first sign
You, you
You throw out your words
But you won't accept mine
If your words struck me, unaware
When you cast your thoughts with little care
So where's the truth
Because you're not the first to be
Distant and shouting out to me
What I'm to do
And the part that hurts the most
Is that you never lean in close
To talk to me
But you'll raise a picket sign
And never once give me the time
And understand what you don't see
If, if
If you want to converse
I'll be there at the first sign
You, you
You throw out your words
But you won't accept mine
If you want to converse
I'll be there at the first sign
Or continue to curse
And hold to your one side
