By nature you are quiet
Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor
But if I want to hear you talk, I
See you when you’re under your favourite spell

I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
But years went by and I never heard you cry
It’s you and the Yardbirds
You on your own, drinking wine
And I can’t turn the volume down
Now it’s ”anything and more for your love”
I let it go, why deny you the fun?

Expelled the Marxist ghost
The cynical consumerist remains
I suppose I want to be depressed when I
See you when you’re under your favourite spell

And I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
But years went by and I never saw you cry
It’s you, Ten Years After
And a bottle of scotch
In your tobacco jacket out in the cold
You raise your glass and indulge in ”Love like a man”
I let it go, why deny you the fun?
I let it go, why deny you the fun?

It’s you and the Stones now
Sharing some alcohol
You’ll have whatever Keith has
And I always thought that there were
Tears in your cup
You're under a blanket, out in the cold
Sing along, will you?
”This will be the last time”
I let it go, why deny you the fun?
Let it go, why deny you the fun?