I can tell by the look on your face It's not something you offer It's like something you waste Is it words, precious time Or just the wine Now it's open we might as well taste There's a smoldering I can't explain It's not like you at all So I think I just wait For the words you rehearsed I'll hear them first And when it's over at least it was great Can you turn your heart Like you turn your head It was lovely but it's getting late And the next thing I know I'll be well on my way To the one thing I own Call it home But in the morning it won't feel the same Can you turn your heart Like you turn your head