You pick up the phone
From out of the blue
You make plans and cancel
That's what you do
You play all the time
But time has wings
A crowd can be a lonely place to be
Procrastination is a thief
I can't understand
Why you won't see me
When you are the measure of all things
In a world of mediocrity
We do a dance
Each time we speak
We'll talk for a while
Then nothing for weeks
Where do you go?
And what do you do?
I can't figure out
If it's me or you
I can't understand
Why you won't see me
When you are the measure of all things
In a world of mediocrity
But I'm so glad that you think of me
On my birthday
Because I think of you
Each and every other day
What are you waiting for
You're hot and then you're so damn cold
One day, you're gonna wake up
And you're gonna find you're already old
I can't understand
Why you won't see me
When you are the measure of all things
In a world of mediocrity