Follow distance, follow distance from your heartnAnd some of it may leave you wonderingnThe sum of this is lovenThe memory will leave you handsomenWhen the bad old fashions fellnIt left you handsomenAnd the shedding of your shellnLeft you handsomennIf that is the way you feel, same old same old same oldnIf that is the way you feel, work your face so hardnIf that is the way you feelnnI follow mudslides, I follow mudslides in my headnAnd some of them may leave you wastednA part of you is deadnThe residue may leave you handsomenAs the bad old fashions fellnTo leave you handsomenAnd the shedding of your shellnWill leave you handsomennIf that is the way you feel, same old same old same oldnIf that is the way you feel, work your face so hardnIf that is the way you feel, same old same old same oldnIf that is the way you feelnnRevel in your sex appealnMorning's new horizon at your doornRevel in your new solutionsnnIf that is the way you feel