The bearer of bad news

Is talking to the greeds

Floating for some message

Hiding in the trees

The wiery voice inside you

Is darker in the night

The healing in the morning light

But 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 happier holidays

Spent my open eyes on

The things i left behind

Like thirty feet in my hopeful eyes

But you're out wasting time

With the right guy

With the right guy

Rich man counts his money

Then holds it in the light

Folds it in his hands together

And keeps it by his side

Counts his every blessing

He dubbed on our heads

And told us to remember them

But you're out wasting time

With the right guy

With the right guy

But 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