I got no rudder.Wind blows northerly, I go north.That's who I am.But you fog things up and spin me about.
I'm so onto you.
or maybe I'm reading to much into it again.
as always.
it wouldn't be so surprising if it was the latter reason.
But it makes sense.
To me at least.
Is that really how you see me,
Well, don't hold back,
why don't you tell me how you really feel.
