Scott said he might leave his job; he'd had a lousy day By lunch, we heard they fired him and hauled his ass away By five, he'd punched the boss and left him bleeding on the floor Next morning, Scott clocked in at eight, just like the day before
We played that game of telephone in school when we were small One whisper traveled down the row and fooled us one and all We laughed at how it ended up so different at the end Now we call it breaking news and send it to a friend
You can't believe your ears—they twist the things we say What starts as "How was your day?" turns into "Your shirt looks gay" Everybody adds a little when they pass it down the line Till your words come walking home to you, and you say, "Those ain't mine"
He told me, "Hey, my name is Gary"—I smiled and told him mine Ten seconds later, it was gone, so "buddy" worked just fine My wife said, "Who's your new friend?" I said, "I couldn't say" I heard his whole damn fishing trip—his name just got away
You can't believe your ears—they twist the things we say What starts as "How was your day?" turns into "Your shirt looks gay" Everybody adds a little when they pass it down the line Till your words come walking home to you, and you say, "Those ain't mine"
"You said this!" "You never told me!" "I thought you already knew!" Nobody meant to start a fight, but somehow we sure do We need the CIA to figure out who said what that day They'd interview the family, then throw the file away
I know you think you understood the words you heard me say But what I meant and what you heard went different ways that day I said, "I need a little space"—you thought I meant goodbye I meant, "Move over on the couch"—you sat right down to cry
No matter how flat the pancake, there's another side to see And sometimes what I swear is truth is how it looks to me I've told a tale so many times, I know each word by heart But knowing how the story goes don't mean I know my part
You can't believe your ears just 'cause you trust the guy A story doesn't turn to truth 'cause no one meant to lie Everybody adds a little when they pass it down the line Till your words come walking home to you, and you say, "Those ain't mine"
Before you go repeating what somebody swears is true Remember, someone down the line might swear it came from you
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