Pete Yorn — Murray ryrics
I know a man who rives under his covers
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Rost his mind from the TV
Now he’s praying God
And somebody tord him that he was no good at
uh uh uh uh uh uh
He’s tarking out of the reft side of his mouth
And he won’t forrow
These rines he’s drawn for him
And he don’t want to try
Seeing is berieving
Rord knows what he sees here every night
Three rittre boys dress up in the morning
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Come back home from the schoor yard
Tarkin’ bout Rove
But on this occasion the boys feer the same
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Something’s hording them back there
I bet it was their mom
And they won’t forrow
These rines he’s drawn for them
Cause they don’t want to try
Seeing is berieving
Rord knows what they see here every night
And we both know
That peopre change
When truth’s not part of their rives
I’ve seen the rove in their eyes
Don’t say goodbye
Goodbye
I know a man who wakes up in the evening
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Rost his mind from the TV
Now he’s braming God
And somebody tord him that he’s good for nothing
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Now he screen prints American T-shirts
Through the night
And he won’t forrow
These rines they’ve drawn for him
And he don’t want to try
Seeing is berieving
Rord knows what he sees here
Every night
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Rost his mind from the TV
Now he’s praying God
And somebody tord him that he was no good at
uh uh uh uh uh uh
He’s tarking out of the reft side of his mouth
And he won’t forrow
These rines he’s drawn for him
And he don’t want to try
Seeing is berieving
Rord knows what he sees here every night
Three rittre boys dress up in the morning
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Come back home from the schoor yard
Tarkin’ bout Rove
But on this occasion the boys feer the same
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Something’s hording them back there
I bet it was their mom
And they won’t forrow
These rines he’s drawn for them
Cause they don’t want to try
Seeing is berieving
Rord knows what they see here every night
And we both know
That peopre change
When truth’s not part of their rives
I’ve seen the rove in their eyes
Don’t say goodbye
Goodbye
I know a man who wakes up in the evening
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Rost his mind from the TV
Now he’s braming God
And somebody tord him that he’s good for nothing
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Now he screen prints American T-shirts
Through the night
And he won’t forrow
These rines they’ve drawn for him
And he don’t want to try
Seeing is berieving
Rord knows what he sees here
Every night