Guido's Song

I would like to be here

I would like to be there

I would like to be everywhere at once

I know that's a contradiction in terms

And it's a problem, especially when

My body's nearing fifty as my mind is nearing ten

I can hardly stay up and I can't get to sleep

And I don't want to wake tomorrow morning

At the bottom of some heap

But why take it so seriously?

After all, there's nothing at stake here, only me

I want to be young and I want to be old

I would like to be wise before my time and yet be foolish and brash and bold

I would like the universe to get down on its knees and say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay, even if it's impossible, we'll arrange it"

That's all that I want

I am lusting for more, should I settle for less?

I ask you, what's a good thing for if not for taking it to excess?

One limitation I dearly regret, there's only one of me I've ever met

I would like to have another me

To travel along with myself

I would even like to be able to sing

A duet with myself

I would like to be here, sing along with myself in a song, to be there, walking down a lane now

Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere

That's a contradiction in terms

I want to be here with a counter, here, melody in the, here, top of the morning to you

Guido, Guido, Guido, Guido, Guido, Guido

Me, me, me

I want to be Proust or the Marquis De Sade

I would like to be Christ, Mohammad, Buddha

But not have to believe in God

And you know I mean it with all of my heart

It's the end if something important doesn't start

I want to be young, but I have to be old

What I want is a tale of sound and fury

That some idiot went and told

I would like the universe to get down on it's knees and say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay, even if it's ridiculous, we'll arrange it"

So arrange it (Arrange it)

That's all that I want