I've been waiting here all day waiting for lightning to hit me I feel it coming Left hand cold and right hand hot Could I be ill? All alone but for television Cliche upon cliche and "baby don't break my heart" If I ever write it down And the right melody I've found Well, I thought you'd like to know I read half that book by Irving (I forget the name) about Michelangelo A thought for the head: "Can you outrun an avalanche?" All alone but for the whir of an airplane "Did Michelangelo paint with passion or with passionate paint?" I think I read that in Glamour If I ever get to Rome And I'm commissioned by the Pope Well, I thought you'd like to know I'll dedicate it to you If I ever rule the world I'll erect a monument Have it carved out of pure gold All to pay a compliment Well, I thought you'd like to know I'll dedicate it to you