Young

Everybody talks so much
 You don't ever say a thing
 But I like to hear the sound of your voice
 I rarely find it irritating
 If the cosmos has a plan
 I hope it tells you what you want to hear
 Maybe later on
 When everyone's just standing around
 You can be in the clear
 If you want to become a bum
 Find someone who adores you in every way
 If you want to jump off a big tall
 Find someone who might talk you out of it
 When a hurdle pops up in the road
 You got to take a pretty good run
 You might keep me young
 I've been working nine to five
 Give or take an hour maybe two
 Leaves eight hours every night
 To do what I want to do
 Short days hot nights
 That's the way it really ought to be
 Everybody wants someone exotic
 Who is in love with the ordinary