I saw an open door And I looked inside it
But I'd no idea What you were hiding
So now I'm holding the bag And it's heavy
And the conversation stopped So much for friendly
* And if I told you I was not very good At making small talk when I should
But you have one advantage over me At times like this I'm lost at sea
** Why can't I see it for what it really is And know it like I know my name And if it's all the same I don't like this game So let's pack it up And call it even
Well I'm not the type to speak Just to hear my voice
And I'm sure you'd hear me out If you had the choice
But your words keep coming out Neverending
And I wonder if I'd have to shout The message I'm sending
Well I'm glad we had this talk I feel better
And if I've something else to say I'll write a letter
And call it even, even, even
