Ten, Ten years   Ten years to be on to die      Too many times I tried to talk you still don't understand   Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man   But still it's time for me to come I really want to know   It is time for me to come, or time for me to go   (some talking that I will get later)      Sunday morning got to settle down   got to get my feet back on the ground      Ten, Ten years   Ten years to be on to die   Ten, nine   Eight, seven six      Too many times you tried to talk I still don't understand   Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man   But still it's time for me to come I really want to know   It is time for me to stay, or time for me to go      (some more talking)   Sunday Monday got to settle down   got to get my feet back on the ground   Thursday Friday got nothing to show   got to be at this place I just don't know      Sunday Monday got to settle down   got to get my feet back on the ground   Wedsenday Thursday got nothing to show   why don't you tell me something I don't know