Yours are nice

They fit you like a glove you've sewn

Too bad

I've got to find my own

Yours are good

They've seen you through the bad times you?ve known

Sorry

I've got to find my own

I don?t know how many times I?ve relied on you

To see me through

Never an original thought in my head

I think I?m starting to think there was something wrong

All along

I?m full of words I've never said

Yours are fine

I've seen you squeezing water from stone

Good-bye

I've got to find my own

I know you've thought about me when you wanted to:

After you

Maybe that's the way you believe people are

I must be crazy to look for an empty seat

On a two-way street

Your way just hasn't got me far

Yours are great

You laugh at all the chances you?ve blown

Good-bye, I've got to find my own