On And On
please excuse the state of mind im in i havent been myself for days on end in ny lookin inside every windowpane
i havent seen u on the street or in a coffee shop or on a bench hidin behind the new york times somewhere in central park
and on and on and on on and on and on on and on and on it goes it goes oh no!
days like this r so mysterious i wonder if theyre gonna change im feelin rain the same as firewood touchin a flame
i wish i could go back to bed beds the place i last saw u i dread a pillow touchin a pillow youll never rest yr head
upon and on and on on and on and on on and on and on it goes where it stops nobody knows
inside im like some tickin t-t-t-t-time bomb if i dont find u soon im bound to what -- explode!!!
no matter which road u r walkin upon have the mind to look behind u
i may be the shadow that remains after the sun has set the memory youll remind yrself the next time to forget
as on and on and on on and on and on on and on and on it goes where it on and on and on on and on and on
on and on and on it goes where it stops nobody knows
(i havent seen u on the street or on a bench hidin behind the new york times in central pah . . .
i wish i could go back to bed i dread touchin a pillow u dont rest yr head upon and ah . . .)