So drop your thingsnAnd sit with menAnd tell me all the thingsnYou did todaynWe've been working our poor hands to the bonennAnd I was quietnAll of the daynIt's hard to say thingsnIn my own waynBut there's something about the way you talk to mennSometimes I'm actingnInside my headnRehearse my lines before they are saidnnSo right beside younAll the waynAnd I'll tell you all the plans that I have madenI am working these old fields forevernnSo close your eyesnFeel the rainnAnd tell me all the thingsnYou did todaynAnd the wheelt that turns won't turn the other waynnSometimes I'm actingnInside my headnRehearse my lines before they are saidnnSometimes I'm pretendingnInside my headnSo take what's ours and leave all the rest