Well I don't mean anything  coz it makes no difference  You shake your head again  as I try to make amends  Well I know I've got a gift for over-analysis  I'll try to make it fit but I'll make a mess of it    You say there's nothing to it,  that the news is sometimes wrong  But the stars predict that I'll be tricked oh    Break my bones and string me along  But I still go on 'til I've got nothing left inside  A waste of time or a grand design?  Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallow now    I don't mean to make a fuss  But you're meant to be helping us  I'll add the numbers up  but I always get too much    You say there's nothing to it,  that the news is sometimes wrong  But the stars predict that I'll be tricked oh    Break my bones and string me along  But I still go on 'til I've got nothing left inside  A waste of time or a grand design?  Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallow  And I don't know why I should bother if you see black and white not colour  Don't you see that I don't care if you don't want me there?    Will I ever find something better to fill my time?  Well I've never tried  but I'd be so very far behind  I'm gonna draw a line  and try to cross it by January  I'm running out of time  but I've come too many miles and miles  with all these things  that I do  It's all I can do