Lyrics

No one knows but the president
about the stains in the carpet
in the oval office,
in the oval office.

This bird does her best
to warm up her nest for the chicks
to be born in the morning,
born in the morning.

There is no sense in words anymore,
so please take time for my rhyme.
There is no sense in words anymore,
so please take time this season.

The years are coming up like cards
on a velvet, virgin,
Vegas table, gamblers' stable.

The more you say the less you listen,
the less you understand.
My temptations all turned real
and my dreams all turned to sand.

There is no sense in words anymore,
so please take time for my rhyme.
There is no sense in words anymore,
so please take time this season.