Waiting to cross the rubicon Wondering what side I'm on What are these visions of me as a young man? With one arm pointed, and the other arm holding your hand
Needing a plan to keep you near Blowing a horn, so you can hear If it was only my love and devotion This world would suddenly be in a state of commotion
I never get around under the sun and the stars And I may be always frowning But wonder you will see, under the sun and the stars You will turn around and I'll be emotion