I would like to be here, I would like to be there
I would like to everywhere at once
I know that's a contradiction in terms
And it's a problem, especially when
My body's clearing forty as my mind is
Nearing ten
I can hardly stay up, and I can't get to sleep
And I don't want to wake tomorrow morning
At the bottom of some heap
But why take it so seriously?
After all, there's nothing at
Stake here-only me
I want to be young, and I want to be old
I would like to be wise before my time
And yet be foolish and brash and bold
I would like the universe to get down on it's knees
And say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay
Even if it's impossible, we'll arrange it"
That's all that I want
I am lusting for more, should I settle for less?
I ask you, what's a good thing for, if
Not for taking it to excess?
One limitation I dearly regret
There's only one of me
I've ever met
I would like to have another me to
Travel along with myself
I would even like to be able to sing a
Duet with myself
I would like to be here sing along with myself in a song
To be there walking down a lane now, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
That's a contradiction in terms
I want to here with a counter
Here melody in the
Here top of the morning to you, guido
Guido guido, guido guido
Guido me, me me
I want to be Proust or the Marquis De Sade
I would like to be Christ, Mohammad, Buddha
But not have to believe in God
And you know I mean it with all of my heart
It's the end if something important
Doesn't start
I want to be young, but I have to be old
What I want is a tale of sound and fury
That some idiot went and told
I would like the universe to get down on it's knees
And say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay
Even if it's ridiculous, we'll arrange it"
So arrange it
Arrange it