You've been saying I couldn't understand, not giving me a reason Like you're operating some master plan, trying to go on pleasing You've taken on more then you can possibly ever squeeze in And for reasons that seemed damned, you're doing it in my season Is this thing on? Can you hear me? I'm reaching out for someone to set us free Cause one things for sure, happy not are we Fighting and Fussing all of the time, It ain't no way to be. You're hedging your bets today, trying to see if he's in It's a busted game you play, we're both on our knees then By standards of another day, this kind of love would be treason You lucked out your getting away, doing it in my season. Is this thing on? Does it cut through? Someone needs to split this up, someone who's not you or me Cause one things for sure, happy not are we Fighting and Fussing all of the time, It ain't no way to be, in my season