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