In the throes of indecision
Nothing that no one ever knew
About whatever I was singing or what I would do to you
My intellect is no exception
And I'm no Vitruvian Man
But as a member of the millions, babe, I do the best I can, because
You wake me from my dreams
The best ones I'd ever seen
You wake me from above
But I'm going down again
One hasty addition
The only option left to choose
It seems is sex without affection or jazz without the blues
Now all the kids are movin'
I've got lists of lists to show
That when we're playing these games, however strained, we always seem to know that baby
You wake me from my dreams
The best ones I'd ever seen
You wake me from above
But I'm going down again
You wake me from my dreams
The best ones I'd ever seen
You wake me from above
But I'm going down again