> All this time, walking around
Pretending its over
And that now, its clear to see
Got no need to hold her
I think about her compulsively
My friends asking me
Why, the commotion about her, man
Still contemplating on how this good relationship was leading us nowhere
And unexpectedly, as I tried to make it she said baby dont bother
If its a dream coming through being free, they asking me falteringly
Why, the commotion about her, man
Well its been so long and all this time I can feel the pressure
Getting stronger since I can no longer reach out and touch her
You know Im hangin on
You know Im not that strong
Since I fell for you
Im wondering baby, what can a poor man do
Why the commotion about her, man
Why the commotion about her then