Something Better To Do — текст песни (Olivia Newton-John)

(John Farrar)

I try to be patient--I try not to moan
But it`s driving me crazy trying to live here alone
My conversation gets nowhere when I talk to myself
I`ve lost my sense of humor somewhere here on the shelf

The moon is wasting its shine shining on me
Until I see you again
I won`t be out in the moonlight
And I`ll be sleeping by ten
The birds are wasting their song singing to me
Until I`m waking with you
Until you`re back in my arms dear
The birds will have to find something better to do

A shoulder to cry on would make me feel fine
But it`s not much comfort when I`m crying on mine
Friends and relations are running out of patience with me
I keep myself to myself but I`m no company

The moon is wasting its shine shining on me
Until I see you again
I won`t be out in the moonlight
And I`ll be sleeping by ten
The birds are wasting their song singing to me
Until I`m waking with you
Until you`re back in my arms dear
The birds will have to find something better to do
Baby, till you`re back in my arms
The birds will have to find something better to do