On & On

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 . . .)