Held captive in a post-modern bedroom Far too proud to admit I miss you I remember the wild music video Flutes, clarinets and voices, lots to say I ain’t really known another’s see-through And boy, your heart is cold-cold Not a romantic bone in your body You’re a head chalk-full of ideas, But I can’t locate a beating heart, Where does your blood head-to To circle ‘round, all caught up, you’re so vain Either way I admire How you dress the world in your pain All these things the people do, how they walk, what they say Dissatisfied, preoccupied, Sentimental styles of feelin’ down — Maybe, just maybe, we’ll get together soon Maybe, more likely, you’ll substitute someone for me I’ll substitute someone for you (Maybe, maybe, maybe) — Was lookin’ forward to the twists of my novel Where the romantic protagonist delays Slow and steady wins the race, Impassioned, impatient, Impressions of the beloved are reflections And they’re dependent on pitter-patter suspension Scattered showers, afternoon rain God bless my heart, I’m a real romantic Go to locate my ever-loving mind I’m stranded in irrationality But the clock ticks, he says I’m runnin’ low on why’s. Either way I accept That I’m good, someday soon much better yet It’s all these things I watch you do, how you walk, what you say Tragicomic, teleologic, Turbulent takes above the ground — Maybe, just maybe, we’ll get together soon Maybe, more likely, you’ll substitute someone for me I’ll substitute someone for you (Maybe, maybe, maybe) — Maybe, just maybe, Love must come around Maybe, more likely, Love has now arrived Maybe, just maybe, Love must come around Maybe, more likely, Love has now arrived Maybe, more likely, Love has now arrived Maybe, more likely, Love has now arrived —