Can't sell me anything
'Cause I'm not buying
That you've got anything I need
Won't tell you anything
'Cause I'm not buying
That anything I say
Will change a thing
You will step back from my door
I will lie down on my floor
And stare up at the stars
In my ceiling
Take your suitcase and your wares
Empty heart and empty stares
And I will try to make sense
Of what I'm feeling