Different Drum

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum

Oh, 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

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'd knock it

It's just that I, I'm not in the market for a girl who wants to love only me

And I ain't saying you ain't pretty, all I'm saying's I'm not ready

For any person place or thing to try and pull the reins in on me

So, goodbye, I don't believe and I see no sense

In this crying and grieving, we'll both live a lot longer if you live without me