I hate all my clothes; they're all falling apart   Does the colour of my shirt match the collar of my heart?   When was the last time you checked your machine?   And I'm wondering will you ever get the message?      Our stars say that we were never meant to be   Maybe we shouldn't rely on magazine theory      Try as you may, try as I might   We squint our eyes under the red disco light   I'm gonna buy some new clothes   My room I'll rearrange   But I'd have to be blind to see things haven't changed   Like the boy and his bags by the side of the road   All the time in the world but nowhere to go