Hey (Anderson)

I'd sell you this life for a dime on the dollar If I thought that it would buy me some time Playing the part in this preoccupation Paying the debts of a dead education I'd sell you this life for a dime on the dollar If I thought that it would buy me some time. And the weekend holds the promise of your younger days Follow 57th Street along Take the time to breathe an afternoon of aimlessness Life is just a metaphor for song I'd write you a song for a smile on a Monday If I thought that it would bring you some joy Savor the joys of your teenage frustration Filling your ears with a radio station I'd write you a song for a smile on a Monday Let the weekend hold the promise of these younger days Follow 57th Street along Take the time to breathe an afternoon of aimlessness Life is just a metaphor for song Hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey...