Please excuse the state of mind I'm in
I haven't been myself for days on end in
NY looking inside every windowpane
I haven't seen you on the street or in a coffee shop or on a bench
hiding 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 are so mysterious
I wonder if they're gonna change I'm feeling rain the same
as firewood touching a flame
I wish I could go back to bed beds the place I last saw you
I dread a pillow touching a pillow youll never rest your head
Upon and on and on on and on
and on on and on and on it goes where it stops nobody knows

Inside I'm like some tickin t-t-t-t-time bomb if
I don't find you soon im bound to what ? explode!!!
No matter which road you are walking upon
have the mind to look behind you

I may be the shadow that remains after
the sun has set the memory you'll remind yourself
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 haven't seen you 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 you don't rest your head upon and ah . . .)