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 asked 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 out When I hear your good advice I'm starting something And good advice, I'm running from it I didn't ask you, I didn't want it In an empty room you pardoned me But all around us whispering What we have now, anyone's guess So just be rude or your kindness You give it up so easily But now I drown in reasoning I can't be helped or even held 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 (Any sense I had at all is gone) On an opened field you had me run (On an opened field you had me run) Where was the light we had before (Where was the light we had before) I don't know why I ask at all (I don't know why I ask at all) If a pardon isn't what I want (A pardon isn't what I want) I can't be helped or even held (I can't be helped or even held) Of all this good advice I've heard All your good advice, I started something I should have known that I didn't want it I never hear it, I keep on running I didn't ask it, I can't be pardoned