Stills All I know is what you tell me What you tell me, will it help me? Late at night, in the morning I'm in mourning in the morning. At the lonely day, in front of me Some lady feels I will never say goodbye Don't you pity me but if you never say goodbye It would help me. All day long, my folks are tumbling Got me mumbling with the tumbling I can't go ……. , I search for answers No one answers ‘cept the dancer. And she's lonely girl, the same as me.