Everybody's Talking

Harry Nillson

Everybody's talking at me


I don't hear a word they're saying


Only the echoes of my mind


People stopping staring


I can't see their faces


Only the shadows of their eyes


I'm going where the sun keeps shining


Thru' the pouring rain


Going where the weather suits my clothes


Banking off of the North East wind


Sailing on a summer breeze


And skipping over the ocean like a stone