Texty: Kate Bush. The Cathy Demos. Nevertheless, You'll Do.

You've never driven through a red light,
Or let your mind leave your body.
It's pitch black in bed every night:
You set the clock right for the morning alarm.

You've never wanted to start any fights,
Don't know a thing about tapping in on wires.

I fill the room with people
but still you sit empty,
Stuck like putty.
I tried to teach you good rock'n'roll,
But you couldn't get over the old one-two,
And nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, I do.

You're getting up in the morning and put on your suit [ca. 0'55]
For the office, and leave me.
You come home all pushed and pulled,
At six-thirty in the evening.

The television, it takes you away
To a picture-world where I have no say in it.

I fill the room with people
but still you sit empty,
Stuck like putty.
I tried to teach you good rock'n'roll,
But you couldn't get over the old one-two,
And nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, I do.