Cole
Gone fishing, called an intermission 
On account of being overcooked 
Headswimming - the children and the women 
Leave me stranded on my burning deck 
One fine morning I woke to hear you calling 
I couldn’t believe what I heard at all 
I didn’t see it coming 
Much later I’m your grand capitulator 
Certain that I could be wrong 
Head still spinning looking for an algorithm 
To bring some sense to it all 
You start singing along 
With that rock’n’roll song 
On you New York station 
I didn’t see it coming 
Don’t get me wrong 
I wouldn’t change a single thing 
It’s just that having been wrong so many many times 
It’s hard to believe that I might get it right 
I didn’t see it coming 
And now I’m underneath the train 
I didn’t see it coming