I drink her words as if they're nectar from the gods

Attaching meaning to them that defies the odds

And though I've just barely begun

I may never know what I've done til it's

Too late to listen to the voice of one

She says I've got a useful sensibility

And in my arrogance I think I know what she means

And even the light of the sun

Has lost its emotional stun 'cause it's

Too late to listen to the voice of one

Sometimes you talk and talk and talk some more

One verbal acrobatic just leads to more

But should I listen to you?

Oh, I should listen to you

But do I listen to you?

And there are times she merely chooses not to speak

And in her silence I can imagine her critique

Or is she just having some fun

Seeing how far I will run and if it's

Too late to listen to the voice of one?