Ten, Ten years,

Ten years to young to die

To many times I tried to talk

You still don't understand

To many times you tried to say

I`m not your kind of man

Still it's time for me to come

I really want to know

Is it time for me to come

Or time for me to go

Sunday morning got to settle down

Got to get my feet back on the ground

Ten, ten years,

Ten years to young to die

Ten, nine, eight, a-seven, six

To many times you tried to talk,

I still don't understand

To many times you tried to say

I`m not your kind of man

Still it's time for me to come

I really want to know

Is it time for me to stay

Or time for me to go

Someday, Monday got to settle down

Got to get my feet back on the ground

Thursday, Friday, got nothing to show

Got to be this punk I just don't know

Someday, Monday got to settle down

Got to get my feet back on the ground

Wensday, Thursday, got nothing to show

Why don't you tell me something I don't know