Different Drum

Linda Rondstadt

You and I, travel to the beat of a different drum

Oh can't you tell by the way I run

Evertime you make eyes at me

You cry and moan and say it will work out

But honey child I've got my doubts

You can't see the forest for the trees



Oh don't get me wrong

It's not that I knock it

It's just that I'm not in the market

For a boy who wants to love only me

Yes and I ain't saying you ain't pretty

All I'm sayin's that I'm not ready

For any person, place or thing

To try and pull the reins in on me



So goodbye, I'll be leavin' I see no sense

In this crying and grieving

We'll both live a lot longer, if you live without me