Values

Yours are nice

They fit you like

A glove you've sewn

Too bad

I've got to find my own

Yours are good

They've seen you through

The bad times you've known

Sorry

I've got to find my own

I don't know how many

Times I've relied on you

To see me through

Never an original

Thought in my head

I think I'm starting to think

There was something wrong

All along

I'm full of words I've never said

Yours are fine

I've seen you squeezing

Water from stone

Good-bye

I've got to find my own

I know you've thought about

Me when you wanted to:

After you

Maybe that's the way

You believe people are

I must be crazy to

Look for an empty seat

On a two-way street

Your way just hasn't got me far

Yours are great

You laugh at all the chances

You've blown

Good-bye

I've got to find my own

Goodbye I've got to find my own