The critic mind is here today the same old thing as yesterday In the shower, the yard and on the bike it’s cold as ice Spoil the picnic, spoil the fun, spoiling ad nauseam In the universe the clouds are clear and my baby’s here The sorry words I tell myself The ancient thoughts of someone else And once in a while you turn up the dial… to an old tape playing in my head to an old tape playing in my head I’ll tune it out and live instead I’ll tune it out and live instead What did I find in a broken heart? A pig, a dig and a faulty start You’re more gentle than I’ll ever be, so be gentle with me The sorry words I tell myself The ancient thoughts of someone else And once in a while you turn up the dial… to an old tape playing in my head to an old tape playing in my head I’ll tune it out and live instead I’ll tune it out and live instead I’ll tune it out and live instead I’ll tune it out and live instead I’ll tune it out and live instead Once in a while you turn up the dial… to an old tape playing in my head I’ll tune it out and live instead