The Walkmen Follow

Come on, come on
Let's have a song
The morning sun is soon to come
We don't have time to linger on

There comes a time, there comes a time
To make it right when I was wrong
And someday girl we'll get along

Goodbye to all your plans
You can listen to me now
Your head is bent out of shape
But your feet are on the ground
But in all in all, the ceiling's coming down

I take my time to face the day
It's good to hear you talk this way
So we'll keep this up
As friend this time
Nothing's wrong I'll stand up
As I'll shake your hand, we'll be alright

And I'll do it all again
That man he is a fraud
But nobody gives a damn
And all and all
They'll all be weighing in

Can I sleep on your floor tonight
Give me some time to set this right
Where's your head?
There's nothing for you here, nothing's wrong
Take a look around and you'll see it clear

Come on, come on
Let's get things done
The morning sun has come and gone
Get up, get out and move along

There comes a time, there comes a time
To make it right when I was wrong
And someday girl we'll get along
And someday girl we'll get along