Bài hát Perfect Timing Báo Lỗi

Here I am again perfect timing,

the strings are ringing and the words are rhyming

I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning

now I tolerate him all day long


Out on the highway, I hear the moaning

That low and lonesome whisper,

you only know from longing,

through those naked trees at the windows glowing orange,

taking over that cold shoulder racing by


I might have known before

if I'd got this old before I thought I got too cool to give a damn

That who you see in dreams at night seem to spend their afterlives

trying hard to live the last one down


Here I am again perfect timing,

the strings are ringing and the words are rhyming

I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning,

now I tolerate him all day long