(Hofstede)



Oh I'm undecided

What I'm going to do now

Have to think it over

What I'm going to do now

I can be a singer

In the next apartment

Waiting for the orchestra

To step inside

Almost fall asleep

Behind the dark piano

Waiting for the silence

Of the night

In the wee small hours

Of a Sunday morning

I am undecided

What I'm going to do now

I can be a painter

In an empty basement

Still life on the table

Till the lights go out

Still there's some desire

In the dark behind me

I can feel the shadow

Of a doubt

Undecided

What I'm going to do now