Every now and then   I get a little too close   To a kind of truth that’s not worth thinking about      But you can’t stop the mind from wandering   You’ve gotta slow it down   Maybe get yourself under control      And it’s hard to stop the pondering   And there have been points when    I feel like I’ve been on a roll      But then those curtains get drawn   And the chances that you thought you had   They really come to nothing at all      And I have no need   For such things   But to make you happy   Does it make you happy?      And I’ve busted strings on this guitar   Makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere   Could you make me happy?      And if you keep me on your right   Could I keep you on my left?      And there’s a question on your lips   On your finger tips   Stabbing in the dark   Like you’re cut, cut,   Cutting your fringe back   But it’s grown out at such an angle   That the shears aren’t sharp   You’ve got to straight, straight,   Straighten the blades up      And if I could make it easier   I would always try to make it easier      But to be a cautious operator   Is the way to   Stop this falling apart