Il testo della Course of conversation

What are your friends other than
Just some people youve known?
Theres all this weight on history
But what the hell has it shown?

What are these words that we share?
Why do they mean so much to me?
All these anecdotes and jokes,
Stories told wont set me free.

They want a face that looks and sounds sincere,
A mouth that talks (at times) and ears that hear.
With all the factors met and out of the way,
How bout the weather, man? and how was your day?

I hear your voice its got that tone
Selling me youre my best friend
I aint buying nothin no
There aint no time now to pretend.

I wouldnt mind if you spoke to me
With me too in mind
But these monologues you spin
Just reveal how truly blind you are

You just want me to humor you
Ask you questions while we eat our food
But its the same thing its all been said
Good conversations have all been bled.