The bearer of bad news is talking to the breeze Floating forth the message Hiding in the trees The weary voice inside you is darker in the night The healing hand The morning light
While you’re out wasting time with the right guy With the right guy
Tell the early morning that I am on my way Send to him my greetings for happy holidays Spend my open eyes on the things I left behind My sturdy feet and my hopeful life
While you’re out wasting time with the right guy With the right guy
The rich man counts his money and holds it in the light Folds the ends together and keeps it by his side He counts his every blessing heaped upon our heads And tells us to remember them
While you’re out wasting time with the right guy With the right guy
While you’re out wasting time with the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy With the right guy