If I ever needed your advice, oh
I would have called you on the telephone
I've only been wrong maybe once or twice
And that's when I was listenin' to you
(It's all up to you now to change the theme if you like!)
Can you tell me please don't tell me
It really doesn't matter anyhow
It's just that the thought of us so happy
Appears in my mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing
Someday they won’t let you, now you must agree
The times they are a telling, and the changing isn’t free
You’ve read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV