The bearer of bad news is talking to the breeze
Floating forth a message hiding in the trees
The weary voice inside you is darker in the night
The healing hand the morning light
While 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 happy holidays
Spend my open eyes on the things i left behind
My sturdy feet and my hopeful life
While you're out wasting time
with the right guy with the right guy
The rich man counts his money and holds it in the light
Folds the ends together and keeps it by his side
He counts his every blessing heaped upon our heads
And tells us story remember them
While you're out wasting time
with the right guy with the right guy
While 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