Beck and Call

If you care to listen at all Compliments are always subtle Kind words, they rarely leave your mouth Underneath the weeping willow You're just drooling on your pillow All is well whenever you are right But now the pattern is all backwards Time will tell ya who will act first Same time new place Just another fight So who's gonna be at your beck and call? And if you're always right Why do you need anyone at all? Who's gonna be at your funeral? And although it tears me up You expect too much If you choose to take this service Shooting pains in both of your wrists Lack of sleep will triumph once again Under all the same condition Starts to feel like a tradition Every couple years pick up the pen Now the pattern is all backwards Time will tell ya who will act first Same time new place, just another fight So who's gonna be at your beck and call? And if you're always right Why do you need anyone at all? Who's gonna be at your funeral? And although it tears me up You expect too much You expect too much You expect too much You expect too much Too much You expect too much You expect too much You expect too much Too much You expect too much So who's gonna be at your beck and call? And if you're always right, why do you need anyone at all? So who's gonna be at your beck and call? And if you're always right, why do you need anyone at all? Who's gonna be at your funeral? And although it tears me up You expect too much