All in the Mind

Don't bother to cover your clumsy tracks

because it isn't hard to catch your trail.

I see your sole's print where the pavement cracks

and notice your face turn a ghostly pale.

Please don't bother to show any remorse

cause I've always been a sucker for tears

and any anger would be blown off course

and I would soon forget about rash fears.

Darling, don't bother to try and explain

because your words are wasted in the wind

and the only truth that would then remain

is the fact that you had never sinned.

Don't bother reading into all you find

because half the time it is in your mind.