I think of you with fond frustration
Running 'round in my heavy head
Brains beauty but no destination
I don't even know what I just said
I come to you all bruised and breathless
Went wherever my envy led
Ran right back to you stunned and senseless
I don't even care what I just said
Play… 'til your playing parts are sore
Say… what you want and so much more
Stay… and we'll make the best of
all the best of
all the rest of all we have in store
You're sick of being lost and lifeless
C'mon and lead yourself to me instead
And we'll forget about the slight and sightless
They won't even hear what I just said