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      Emotional commotion, emotional commotion   Emotional commotion, emotional motion      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      Emotional commotion, emotional commotion   Emotional commotion, emotional commotion   Emotional commotion, emotional motion