Sometimes I get frightened
I go out of my head
no one comes to my mountain
And no one hears a word that's said
Sometimes I look for a reason
And sometimes I fail
then again just like the seasons
I come around again
So please forgive this fascination
but is this love or imagination?
Sometimes I worry about the things that are near to me
about the things that I hold close
sometimes I worry about the 3rd world
And I ain't even seen the first
So please forgive this fascination
but is this love or imagination?
Now they got TV out in the jungle
And everybody is going up to outer space
why don't you come and visit in my tenement
before they blow us all off this place
So please forgive this fascination
but is this love or imagination?