She had the eyes of someone older
I have the eyes that wander ′round
I couldn't see what really mattered
Caught hell from my boss
Don′t care about my job
Caught a cold from the rain
Don't care if I'm cold
Played every record that I own today
But the only thing I care about got away
She was a walking work of art
I am a broken wind-up toy
I thought I knew what really mattered
Got a flat on the road
Don′t care about my car
Lost twenty-six bucks
Don′t care about my rent
Caught every episode on TV today
But the only thing I care about got away
The only thing I care about got away
Writer(s): Mark O. Everett, Parthenon Huxley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
