| Who told you | |
| That baby I'd come by tonight | |
| Too lazy and tired in spite | |
| Of the fact that i like you | |
| Maybe instead I'll write | |
| Of all of the dreams i had last night | |
| While you were sleeping | |
| And dreaming and feeling and skimming | |
| I saw beautiful things | |
| I saw a blue moon kissed by orange stars | |
| Dancing in the land of wishes quite far | |
| I saw you kissing my finger tips | |
| With your bright crazy yellow lips | |
| Maybe instead I'll grab my friends guitar | |
| And write a toon or two | |
| About how fine you are | |
| Or maybe about the words | |
| And the absurd and the disturbs | |
| That we exchanged when you were here | |
| What places we can travel to | |
| And how to get there | |
| India Philippines Cuba Brazil | |
| Our ideas can get quite ill | |
| Who told you | |
| That baby I'd come by tonight | |
| Too lazy and tired in spite | |
| Of the fact that i like you | |
| ... |