Something better to do olivia newton-john(john farrar)i try to be patient--i try not to moanbut it's driving me crazy trying to live here alonemy conversation gets nowhere when i talk to myselfi've lost my sense of humor somewhere here on the shelfthe moon is wasting its shine shining on meuntil i see you againi won't be out in the moonlightand i'll be sleeping by tenthe birds are wasting their song singing to meuntil i'm waking with youuntil you're back in my arms dearthe birds will have to find something better to doa shoulder to cry on would make me feel finebut it's not much comfort when i'm crying on minefriends and relations are running out of patience with mei keep myself to myself but i'm no companythe moon is wasting its shine shining on meuntil i see you againi won't be out in the moonlightand i'll be sleeping by tenthe birds are wasting their song singing to meuntil i'm waking with youuntil you're back in my arms dearthe birds will have to find something better to dobaby, till you're back in my armsthe birds will have to find something better to do