If I try   I may see your mind   But tonight   All that I can find is      A wish for shades of adopted grace   Things that remind me of better days   And I don't know   don't know why   I don't know why      And I don't know why   She's got me chasing paper   She's got me clutching pencils   She's got me writing letters      Windmills are together   Make up her name   making it up so you'll leave my brain   Teaching me a lesson so    I don't go there again   I remember      And I don't know why   She's got me chasing paper   And i wrack my mind   'Til it brings me temper      Oooh, oh.   Oooh, oh.   Oooh, oh.      Maybe someday, I'll be with you girl   Someday, i'll try to be good   Maybe someday, i'll be with you girl.