Talk Away

She told him on the phone:
«I'm a big girl now, I whore up my own
I wear pajamas when I sleep alone
And always smash glass in my house that’s made of stone»
But little girls in big boots never say
That all their talk don’t mean they’ll get their way
She said to him at home
«I've never understood your silent ways»
So he handed her a pencil-written note
'Cause he was too afraid to speak that day
A picture’s worth a thousand words and talk is cheap
So not a peep
And I’d leave here tomorrow if I could a way
I’d talk to you more often if you had something to say
I’ve never said a word, but I’ll be stronger soon, I pray
So, oh, talk away
As he settled in bed
He thought about what she had said
Then grew up for some pajamas from his drawer
And smashed his whiskey glass right on the stone floor
If my thoughts were words, and I’d bet
Tell them you’re right
And I’d leave here tomorrow if I could a way
I’d talk to you more often if you had something to say
I’ve never said a word, but I get stronger every day
So, talk away
So, talk away