Lyrics by Robert Hunter
Copyright 2000 Ice Nine Publishing Company
Music by David Gans
Copyright 2000 Whispering Hallelujah
You’re so busy talkin’
You never find out
What ev’ryone else
Is keepin’ quiet about
You’re so busy knockin’
You don’t understand
The door’s wide open
Don’t go breakin’ your hand
CHORUS:
Shut up and listen
A minute or two
Shut up and listen
You could pick up a clue
Shut up and listen
Doot’ n doo doo
Shut up and listen
Yeah I’m talkin’ to you
Shut up and listen
Or you may never learn
Why pigs don’t fly
And why water don’t burn
Why you can’t find a cop
When it’s a cop you need
Why you can’t grow gators
From crocodile seed
CHORUS
Walking in the storm
With my ear to the blast
Thinkin’ each moment
Could be my last
A small still voice
Seemed to beckon within
So quiet in there
You’d hear the drop of a pin
I asked what it wanted,
Said what do you crave?
It said: nothin’ but the first dance
On your grave
I reached for the faucet
And I turned off the storm
Crawled under the bed
To consider reform
CHORUS
You don’t pay attention
You don’t analyze
An ounce of comprehension’s
Worth a ton of surmise
Shut up and listen
And it may come clear
Why the key to your hope’s
The very thing you fear
CHORUS