Sally you gotta look out for yourself, forget that fella Your colour, you look like kodachrome you've gone a little yella You're coming up with nothing, no reason to go on I gotta tell you something I still long to hear from you But better get diplomatic all this fighting All this fighting is getting nowhere I'll take a number And maybe in time you will take another I'm coming up with nothing, I know I should move on I gotta tell you something I still long, I still long to hear from you 'Til somewhere down the line I'll break my will Or make you mine And all the while I'm lookin' for revelations How does she stain my flesh The great unwash the great unrest That's why you're leaving And I'm coming up with nothing No reason to go on I gotta tell you something I still long, I still long to hear from you I still long to hear from you