(paul simon)
The smartest people in the world
Had gathered in los angeles
To an*lyze our love affair
And possibly unscramble us
And we sat among our photographs
Examined every one
And in the end we compromised
And met the morning sun
Maybe i think too much
Maybe i think too much
Maybe i think too much
Maybe i think too much
They say the left side of the brain
Dominates the right
And the right side has to labor
Through the long and speechless night
And in the night
My father came to me
And held me to his chest
He said there's not much more that you can do
Go on and get some rest
And i said yeah
Maybe i think too much
Maybe i think too much
Maybe i think too much
Maybe i think too much