Well any sense I had is gone
On an open field you had me run
Where was the light we had before?
I don't know why I ask at all
I keep on talking carelessly
I look in books and magazines
Thinking a word could be enough
You look at me
I'm burning up
When I hear your good advice
I'm starting something
And good advice
I'm running from it
I didn't ask and I didn't want it
In an empty room you pardon me
But all around us, whispering
What we have now, anyone's guess
So just be rude or your kindest
You give it out so easily
That now I drown in reasoning
I can't be helped, or even heard
And every word makes me feel worse
When I hear your good advice
I'm starting something
Your good advice
I keep running from it
I shouldn't ask since I never want it
Any sense I had at all is gone
On the open field you had me run
Where was the light we had before?
Oh, I don't know why I ask at all
If a pardon isn't what I want
I can't be helped or even hurt
By all this good advice I've heard
Oh, your good advice
I've started something
I should have known that I didn't want it
I'll never hear it
I keep on running
I didn't ask and I can't be pardoned