Text: Albert Hammond, Jr.. ¿Como Te Llama?. Miss Myrtle.

I said you see, you see all around but you don?t
Wanna go down, you?re afraid
Afraid of the moves that you make
?Cause they?re so quick to judge

You go back, you said you have to go back, you go away
You couldn?t be late but it's down
It's down from the hill, you won?t have any thrill
You won?t fill it up with some kind of space

You have to go down, now you?re gone
Tomorrow is long overdue
I?ve been thinking of you
And lights go out, I know it's you, oh

I?m just like you easily confused
And I?m lost by the youths, buried with truth
Smile and decide, somethings we hide
But I can't forget them all, I?m five foot ten inches tall

You know you had
You had what you do but you can't
Control what they use, it's a shame
We all seem to be who to blame

But I won?t ask it again
You had me when but I won?t
Never a wonder I can
Never a wonder I can, oh

I?m just like you easily confused
And I?m lost by the youths, buried with truth
Smile and decide, somethings you hide
But I can't forget them all, can't forget it all