I Don't Wanna Waste Your Time

Over the Rhine lyrics from the record The Trumpet Child

I Don’t Wanna Waste Your Time

I don’t wanna waste your time
With music you don’t need
Why should I autograph the book
That you won’t even read

I’ve got a different scar for every song
And blood left still to bleed But I don’t wanna waste your time
With music you don’t need

I don’t wanna waste good wine
If you won’t stick around
I love to laugh but I’m more than just
Your alcoholic clown …
Come on lighten up
Let me fill your cup
I’m just trying to imagine a situation
Where we might have a real conversation

But I don’t wanna waste the words
That you don’t seem to need
When it comes to wanting what’s real
There’s no such thing as greed
I hope this night puts down deep roots
I hope we plant a seed
‘Cause I don’t wanna waste your time
With music you don’t need

Nothing Is Innocent

We’d wake the dead
With voices in our head
We’ve gotten used to ignoring the truth We close our eyes
And breathe and eat the lies
That tell us we’re so much better than you
Silence is loud
Humility is so proud
Nothing is innocent now

Entertaining Thoughts

The way this works is so mysterious
If it gets much worse it’s called delirious
If I were mad I would be furious
But this could be so much more than
Just another euphemism for…
I’ve been entertaining thoughts
Of what I wanna say to you I’ve been entertaining thoughts
Of what I’m gonna do
I’ve been saving what I got
And wondering who to give it to
I’ve been entertaining thoughts all over you
You smoke your cigarette
And wonder if it’s happened yet
The heavens slowly part and you ascend
I wish that I could say that I’ll have no regrets
But I may have one or two
Or three or four more than you…
You will never even know
Till it hits you fool
Ooh, but I’m entertaining thoughts
All over you

Who’m I Kiddin’ But Me

Walk into the room with that curious grin
Ain’t nobody need to know the actual shape I’m in
But oh, who’m I kiddin’ but me
Call you on the phone, I got nothin’ to say
Put my lips a little closer and stand there anyway
‘Cause oh, who’m I kiddin’ but me
I hang from my desire
Like a rope swing from a tree
I kick a little higher
Singin’ I Shall Be Released
But oh, who’m I kiddin’ but me…
The devil’s in the details…
I’d like to get to know ya
And shake the holy fire right out of you
But oh, who’m I kiddin’ but me

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