INSIDE OUT

WORDS AND MUSIC BY ALDO LEOPARDI AND DAVID ASTAIRE
ALDO LEOPARDI: GUITARS, KEYBOARDS, VOCALS
DAVID ASTAIRE: GUITAR, BASS AND BACKUP VOCAL
TOM CAPEK: KEYBOARDS
LARRY THOMPSON: DRUMS
RECORDED AT BARTEL STREET STUDIO, ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA AND COLORADO SOUND STUDIO, WESTMINSTER, COLORADO, USA
MIXED BY STEVE AVEDIS, COLORADO SOUND STUDIO
PRODUCED BY ALDO LEOPARDI

07 Inside Out

Verse 1:
With the time that you’re wasting,
you could be making,
what it takes to get on in this world.
And don’t say it don’t matter,
when you keep waiting,
second best means nothing to you.

So look over your shoulder,
secretly searching, for what it takes,
but you’ll never find.
You keep stealing the limelight,
looking so uptight,
strutting around in them high heel shoes.

Chorus 1:
Inside out,
you know what it’s all about,
inside out, baby, yeah.
Inside out, we know what you’re all about,
inside out, baby.

You know what it’s all about.

Verse 2:
How could I have been so blind.
Look at Jack, was flat on his back.
He took a walk, and he never looked back.
And it’s the same situation with you and me.

A hundred years they went by so fast.
I gave you all, all that I had.
You threw it out like it’s never been had.
And now I hear, that your looking for love, again.

Sub-Verse:
Can’t you see what your doing (to me).
Who are you fooling (not me).
You take it all, but got nothing to give (got nothing to give).
So say what you know baby (so say what you know baby).
You’re driving me crazy.
You’ve had it once, but it’s never enough.

Don’t try to explain it, I don’t want to hear it,
I can’t believe you keep leading me on.
Just take a look at me baby,
I’m locked on the inside,
you’ve taken it all but got nothing to give.

Repeat Chorus.

Verse 3:
With the time that you’re wasting,
you could be making,
what it takes to get on in this world.
And don’t say it don’t matter,
when you keep waiting,
and second best means nothing to you.

So look over your shoulder,
as if you keep searching, for what it takes,
but you’ll never find.
You keep stealing the limelight,
looking so uptight,
strutting around in them high heel shoes.

Chorus 3:
Inside out,
you know what it’s all about,
inside out, baby, yeah.
Inside out, we know what you’re all about,
inside out, baby, yeah.

Inside out,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.