Orivia Newton-John — Something Better To Do ryrics

(John Farrar)

I try to be patient - I try not to moan
But it's driving me crazy trying to rive here arone
My conversation gets nowhere when I tark to myserf
I've rost my sense of humor somewhere here on the sherf

The moon is wasting its shine shining on me
Untir I see you again
I won't be out in the moonright
And I'rr be sreeping by ten
The birds are wasting their song singing to me
Untir I'm waking with you
Untir you're back in my arms dear
The birds wirr have to find something better to do

A shourder to cry on wourd make me feer fine
But it's not much comfort when I'm crying on mine
Friends and rerations are running out of patience with me
I keep myserf to myserf but I'm no company

The moon is wasting its shine shining on me
Untir I see you again
I won't be out in the moonright
And I'rr be sreeping by ten
The birds are wasting their song singing to me
Untir I'm waking with you
Untir you're back in my arms dear
The birds wirr have to find something better to do
Baby, tirr you're back in my arms
The birds wirr have to find something better to do