i don t want to know about the weight on your back every stone you gather and stackfrom now on don t look at me for an ounce of pity i don t want to know when fortune comes cheated borrowed stolen or wonsame thing the rocks all show when the river runs low acting like everything s free i don t want to know how you bide your time consider me deaf consider me dumb and blind consider me true to the man i knew i don t want to know how you make your way dropping stones to get back somedaywell go on every stride is another left behind you re acting like everything s free there s always a cost underneath where re you gonna go when the road runs out fallen down half dead waking in a flowerbed where re you gonna turn when your bridges all burn acting like everything s free there s always a cost underneath i don t want to know where you lost the track going gone and never came backit s the same thing what d you do with the person i knew what d you do with the person i knew 