Lyrics

I can hear the wind chimes,
And I can hear the birds sing,
But everything you said,
Don't mean a goddamn thing.

I can hear the shadows call,
And I can hear the church bells ring,
But everything you said,
Don't mean a goddamn thing.

I can hear the tempers flare
And feel the heat that they bring,
But everything you said,
Don't mean a goddamn thing.

It's a bitter harvest. Praying for a better year.
It's a bitter harvest.

I can hear the highway scream,
On wet pavement, tires cling,
But everything you said,
Don't mean a goddamn thing.

I can hear the fatal screech,
The desperate flap of a broken wing,
But everything you said,
Don't mean a goddamn thing.

It's a bitter harvest. Praying for a better year,
It's a bitter harvest.

I can hear the dial tone,
And wonder what is happening,
Everything you said,
Don't mean a goddamn thing.

I can hear your leaving words,
I guess our love was just some fling,
And everything you said,
Don't mean a goddamn thing.

It's a bitter harvest. It's a bitter harvest.
And they cancelled the dance.