WHAT IS THERE I CAN DO.

It seems to me the circle is more random than obscure

There never seems to be a rhyme or reason nor a cure

Am I looking outside in or inside out at you

What is there I can do?

Standing at the corner of my mind

She was morning and I was night

Or I’m black and she’s white…

What is there I can do?…

How can I get her to see me

Just make her see me.

The first day that I met you was the first day of my life

I dreamed or maybe yes I hoped that soon you’d be my wife

Have I bitten off far more than I can really chew

What is there I can do?

Listen to the TV news you still don’t have a clue

I don’t know if I feel grey or maybe more pale blue

I can’t understand what I am in or I’ve been through

What is there I can do?