In the race to get out of this place, I am checking my face in the back of a spoon, You're accusing, you say I'm not here, but I'm here, yes I'm here, I'm not on the moon, But I'm leaving so soon, So don't presume to know shit about me, 'Cause I don't know myself from one day to the next, And I don't pose perplexities purposely, This isn't a game, this isn't a test. So hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home and get me undressed, Put on a fire and make it enough, For we're geeks, but we know this is love. Nine am to the beat of a drum, As we drive through the canyon, I'm feeling the hum of the engine, My head and my heart are a-swim: will your cat be ok? Your wife was she in? Your wife, is she in??? 'Cause I don't presume to know shit about you, When you won't really tell me until I beg you to, But I know that perplexity's a wonderful thing, It's a sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings... So hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home and get me undressed, Put on a fire and make it enough, Oh, we're geeks, but we know this is love. I like that we argue, But not everyday, Your scent in a room, And the way that you say 'color' not 'colour'. What colour today? It's grey, grey, it's grey. So hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home and get me undressed, Put on a fire and make it enough, Oh, we're geeks, but we know this is love.