paroles de chanson Thinking Out Loud - Mary Bichner

When I was young, I just assumed
It would be OK, it would be OK
I'd go to school and pay attention
Learn my numbers, make my millions
And then get my way, then I'd get my way
But the days, and the weeks, and the years went by
And yeah here I sit, yeah well here I sit
With no payoff for my efforts
Cept a big fat pile of nothing
With my name on it, with my name on it

What's the point of living
If you cannot live outside of yourself
And chase the planet to its summit
Just to say you were there?
Thinking out loud is getting us nowhere

I dreamt I woke up somewhere else
Singing something new, singing something new
Which calls to mind the old adage that states
That that which doesn't kill us
Must be good for you, must be good for you
Hey maybe I should get while the getting's good
And the coast is clear, and the coast is clear
Leave a note that stops mid-sentence
Grab my satchel, tie my shoes
And get me out of here
Oh no!

Why should one stay stable
In such crazed uncertain times like these
When everybody else is on their heads
Or up in the air?
Thinking out loud is getting us nowhere

Everything you haven't seen
Is sitting right before your eyes
But we won't look 'cause we were taught
It's impolite to stare
Thinking out loud is getting us nowhere