Everybody?s talking   Nobody?s listening   And everybody?s sweating   And nobody?s glistening      Nobody knows what he?s thinking   Doesn?t really step out even when he?s drinking   And it seems kind of creepy   Seems like the kind that stalks      Nobody knows when he?s sinking   Always looks so pensive whether or not he?s thinking   And to him it seems, to him it screams   Everyone?s just waiting to talk      And everyone?s waiting to talk, Lord   It?s all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls   In the bus stations, bathroom stalls   Yeah, it seems everyone?s just waiting to talk      What must he be thinking?   Can we even guess?   He?s not really linking   Himself with the rest      Does he know our big secret?   Has one of us confessed?   'Bout the wires circuits and motors   And are buried in our chest      And it?s all just a pointless equation   This parabolic conversation   Like two distinct lines   Never the twain shall meet   Never? No never      Nobody knows what he?s thinking   Doesn?t really step out even when he?s drinking   Yes, to him it seems to certain extremes   That everyone?s waiting to talk      And everyone?s waiting to talk, Lord   It?s all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls   Everybody?s talking, nobody?s listening   Everybody?s sweating, nobody?s glistening      And so it seems that   Everyone's just waiting to talk