Don't get me wrong
   Don't mind you shouting
   Just think your style excludes
   The part that really matters
   Just grow tired
   Of empty minds mouthing
   English language courses
   While they struggle with the a b c of heart
   And I confess
   That all I've learnt
   Has been learnt a million times
   By every empty heart
   That ever felt a song come home
   But I'd he happy
   When next I ask the time
   11 I find I've wasted none of mine
   listening while you wasted all of yours.