Different Drum

You and I

Travel to the beat of a different drum

Can't you tell

By the way I run

Every time you make eyes at me

You cry and moan

And say it'll work out

But honey child I've got my doubts

You can't see the forest

For the trees

Now don't get me wrong

It's not that I knock it

It's just that I am not in the market

For a girl

Who wants to love

Only me

And I'm not saying that you ain't pretty

All's I saying's that I'm not ready

For any person place or thing

To try and pull the reins

In on me

So good-bye I'll be leaving

I see no sense in this crying and grieving

We'll both live a lot longer

If you live without me