Good Advice

Well any sense I had is gone

On an open field, you had me run

Where was the light we had before?

I don't know why I ask at all

I keep on talking carelessly

I look in books and magazines

Thinking our word could be enough

You look at me, I'm burning up

When I hear your good advice

I'm starting something

And good advice

I'm running from it

I didn't ask and I didn't want it

In an empty room you pardon me

But all around us whispering

What we have now, anyone's guess

So just be rude or your kindness

You give it out so easily

That now I drown in reasoning

I can't be held or even hurt

And every word makes me feel worse

When I hear your good advice

I'm starting something

Your good advice

I keep running from it

I shouldn't ask since I never wanted

Any sense I had at all is gone

On the open field you had me run

Where was the light we had before?

Oh, I don't know why I ask at all

If a pardon isn't what I want

I can't be helped or even hurt

But all this good advice I've heard

All your good advice

I started something

I should have known

That I didn't want it

I never hear it

I keep on running

I didn't ask it

I can't be pardoned