Half Room -

Have I thought too many thoughts that weren’t mine?
Was my wisdom the result of too much wine?
Have I sold too many things as facts
to show that I’m a man who acts
just like a real intellectual should.

Have I ruled just like a king of make believe?
Has the way I acquired things made me a thief?
My entire sad existence
seems to need help and assistance
hey, stop frowning, I am drowning, listen to me:

Chorus:
Picture Yoko Ono’s half room and then have a look at me.
Yes, you are right when you tell me: here’s my man, it’s you I see.
But i feel like that half Ono-chair stacked up against the wall
or the one half of that side board just about to crash and fall.
When you’re near me, you’re the mirror to create the missing parts
and I feel complete upon the steady beat of our two hearts.

Verse II:
Did get involved too much with rights or wrongs?
Have I waited much too long for writing songs?
Did I care too much for my appearance,
and did I wait too long for clearance
instead of doing all I should have done.

Have I not seen all the signs I should have seen?
Have I not been to all places I should have been?
Did I hide behind my cynicism
where I should have shown true altruism
just tell me, do you know the real ME?

Picture Yoko Ono’s half room and then have a look at me.
Yes, you are right when you tell me: here’s my man, it’s you I see.
But i feel like that half Ono-chair stacked up against the wall
or the one half of that side board just about to crash and fall.
When you’re near me, you’re the mirror to create the missing parts
and I feel complete upon the steady beat of our two hearts.

Bridge:
Half a love song, half with passion, half reflection, half confession
Half a love song, half with passion, half reflection, half confession