My friend assures me,    "It's all or nothing."   I am not worried,   I am not overly concerned....   My friend implores me,    "For one time only, make an exception."   I am not worried..      Wrap her up in a package of lies,   Send her off to a coconut island...   I am not worried,   I am not overly concerned....   But the status of my emotions,   "Oh" she says "You're changing"   We're always changing...      It does not bother me to say, "This isn't love...   Cause if you don't want to talk about it   Then, it isn't love."   And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that   But I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray   Or something in between,   And I can always change my name, if that's what you mean      My friend assures me    "It's all or nothing."   But I am not really worried   I am not overly concerned   You try to tell yourself   The things you try to tell yourself   To make yourself forget   To make yourself forget..   I am not worried   "If it's love," she said "then we're going to have   to think about the consequences."   And she can't stop shaking,   And I can't stop touching her and...      This time when kindness falls like rain   It washes her away    And Anna begins to change her mind   "These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days."    She says   And I'm not ready for this sort of thing      But I'm not gonna break,   And I'm not gonna worry about it anymore....   I'm not gonna bend,   And I'm not gonna break...   I'm not going to worry about it anymore   No, no, no, no, no      It seems like I should say    "As long as this is love..."   But it's not all that easy    so maybe I should   Snap her up in a butterfly net...   Pin her down on a photograph album...   I am not worried..   Cause I've done this sort of thing before.   But then I start to think about the consequences,   And I don't get no sleep in a quiet room      And this time when kindness falls like rain   It washes me away   And Anna begins to change my mind   Everytime she sneezes I believe it's love, and   Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing      She's talking in her sleep,   It's keeping me awake...   And Anna begins to toss and turn...   And every word is nonsense but I understand and,   Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing      Her kindness bangs a gong, it's moving me along   And Anna begins to fade away   It's chasing me away....   She disappears and,   Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing