Found On: Conspiracy

Losing my heart on the street,
I seem to be mislaying it with every young girl that I meet.
He looks me right in the eyes,
He says you're always intellectual
you try much to hard to rationalize
And I wish I could look in his face and say that he lies

But now I can't sit still and I can't be quiet,
I don't know what to do
It's not the cold, not the traffic not the whiskey
though I've had one or two,
It has to be you.

I tread so carefully still
I don't really know what I want or what you will,
She looks me right in the eyes,
She says you're always unintelligible, try much to hard
to rationalize
And I wish I could look in her face and say that she lies.