I'll leave the room Before the paintings multiply And the newspaper dries On that New York Times line Her eyes move I finally have solid proof But the mailman bolts in And applauds with a grin Would you believe It's you that I see At the Same Time The water's too clean I can't help but flee At the Same Time It's afternoon And the subtleties are coming through Cuz the lighting is dim And I'm starting to spin Would you believe It's you that I see At the Same Time The water's too clean I can't help but flee At the Same Time Can I be a star and a son Can I wage war but still want peace Can I be a flirt and a lover Can I be poor but still a rich man