you spend too much time   dwellin'' in some sweet after words   the past is a puddle   there's a flower in the middle   that could be yours   if you'd sing a little softer   pay a little more attention to   the atmospheres   you can't tell it like it is   if you can't tell it like it is   without asking   you can't tell it like it is   if you can't tell it like it is   without explaining   you can't tell it like it is   if you can't tell it like it is   without complaining   you can't tell it like it is   if you can't tell it like it is   without drinking