Waiting to cross the rubicon
Wondering what side I'm on
What are these visions of me as a young man?
With one arm pointed,
and the other arm holding your hand
Needing a plan to keep you near
Blowing a horn, so you can hear
If it was only my love and devotion
This world would suddenly be
in a state of commotion
I never get around under the sun and the stars
And I may be always frowning
But wonder you will see, under the sun and the stars
You will turn around and I'll be emotion