## Metadata
**Caption:** motown soul, 1960s, percussive tambourine, bassline groove, tense strings, 120 bpm, anxious, brooding, male vocal
**BPM:** 70
**Duration:** 180.0s
**Key:** A minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Somebody told a friend who told a friend of mine
Word's been travelin' down the old party line
Nobody called me, nobody let me know
Just whispers in the dark tellin' me you gotta go

[chorus]
I caught it on the wind, caught it in the street
Caught it in the silence when our eyes don't meet
Not from your mouth, no, not from your own tongue
Just a rumor rolling louder than a beating drum

[verse]
I lay awake and count the cracks up on the ceiling
Wondering how long you been hiding this feeling
Every face I pass seems to know something I don't
They look at me with pity, say they will, but they won't

[chorus]
I caught it on the wind, caught it in the street
Caught it in the silence when our eyes don't meet
Not from your mouth, no, not from your own tongue
Just a rumor rolling louder than a beating drum

[bridge]
Tell me straight, look me in the eye
Stop the talk before I lose my mind
I'd rather bleed from words you said yourself
Than die a little from the things I heard from someone else

[chorus]
I caught it on the wind, caught it in the street
Caught it in the silence when our eyes don't meet
Not from your mouth, no, not from your own tongue
Just a rumor rolling louder than a beating drum

[outro]
Somebody told a friend who told a friend of mine
Now I'm the last to know what's already old news tonight