Maybe it’s a matter of having a lot of gumption

Or, maybe, that’s a positional set of assumptions

That going to far is seldom far enough for some

Whose brains a little more on comfortably numb

Than actively engaged in that deep sense of thinking

It’s much more fun to be out there blindly drinking

Dancing a number up across some sort of dance floor

In your silks and tresses, satin dresses too intense to ignore

And while I’ve never been any sort of quiet wallflower

I’ll never be the latest trend burning across the hour

Just the kind of guy who comes on perhaps a little stronger

Whose tale to tell takes maybe takes just a little longer

But there you are in your standard assumption of positions

And here I am in my endless stream of incomprehensible dreams