I've got a lot on my mind but I've got nothing to say
I'm not just dreaming this time
Yes, I've got a lot on my mind and nothing, nothing's going to stand in my way

Everything you think about is something you can't explain
And I can't live without you girl
But I can't complain
Girl, I mean business and I won't be cast away
So I'll treat every day like it's my last day

The sun's a stand-up comic laughing at the red in our cheeks
The moon's a blues musician; he won't care, he's efficient
He won't miss our pompous routine

Everything you think about is something you can't explain
And I can't live without you girl
But I can't complain
Oh! I mean business and I won't be cast away
So I'll treat every day like it's my last day

What do you say when you can't think of anything
You want it one way, but you'll settle for less
What do you say when you've said almost everything
What do you say when there's nothing to say

Everything you think about is something you can't explain
And I can't live without you girl
But I can't complain
Girl! I mean business and I won't be cast away
So I'll treat every day like it's my last day