Everything is going up. Everything is going as planned, yeah. Everything moves along. Everything is fine, fine, fine. Well, I could be condemned to Hell for every sin but littering. Well, I could slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering. Well, I've seen the cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same. Well, I've seen a half-a-zillion girls and haven't spoken to a single one of them. Batting in the light, my reptile-lidded eyes. And all this strung end-to-end is wider than the mind. And this cool I've been playing -- I have been playing too long, Now my capacities are dwindling 'til they're gone, gone, gone. Baby, can I change my mind? I just want to change my mind. Baby, can I change my mind? I just want to change my mind.