What I’m Trying to Tell You

I don't know the meaning of much I don't know the right expressions I don't have too much intuition or too many credentials I don't know the meaning of much I never make the best impressions And I don't have the means of expression to explain my obsessions All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say All I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away I don't have the Midas touch I never make a good impression And yes, I have the scars of ambition, and its many expressions And I don't know the price of stuff And no, I don't command attention And I don't have sophistication or the right connections All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say All I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away There's no room in the world for your kind of beauty Yours are the names on tomorrow's newspapers Yours is the face of the desperate edge of now You're like the snows of yesteryear, I'll be gone from this Earth All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say And all I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say And all I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la La, la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la La, la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot