It's one of those things  You'll watch so carefully  And never see it coming  Then it gets personal  If you take it that way  Personal describes the way  You blame it on yourself  And I never was  A part of it    These arms are folded  And these eyes are on the ground    It was too easy  There's a day on the calendar  A year from now that says  Think for yourself  I wake up to a tape recorder  That tells me to listen to a voice  That I don't believe in anymore  And I never  Want to do that again    These arms are folded  And these arms are on the ground