The smartest people in the world had gathered in Los Angeles To analyze our love affair and finally unscramble us
And they sat among our photographs, examined every one And in the end we compromised and met the morning sun
Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much
They say the left side of the brain dominates the right And the right side has to labor through the long and speechless night And in the night, my father came to me and held me to his chest
He said, "ThereÂŽs not much more that you can do, go on and get some rest"
And I said "Yeah, maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much"