Different Drum

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum Oh can't you tell by the way I run Every time you make eyes at me Wo-oh You cry and moan and say it will work out But honey child I've got my doubts You can't see the forest for the trees Oh don't get

You and I Travel to the beat of a different drum Can't you tell By the way I run Everytime you make eyes at me You moan and cry and say it'll work out Honey child, I've got my doubt You can't see the forest for the trees Oh but don't get me wrong It'