I'm entering a frame

Bombarded by indecision

Where a man like me

Can easily let the day get out of control

Down this far in the quarter

I'm pushed hard upon the border

But I'd rather be caught 'round now

Rather than, oh say, 'round the month of June

But if I can leave alittle bit of explanation

Then anywher in the worl I choose to go



I'll have it made