Paralyzed by ancient delight And riding for a fall today I am dressed in style, so eager in mind But furthermore distracted by you And it’s like I lose myself in dreaming of summer days in bloom Oh, I’ve got no clue how I could fight that All that I am is worth a dime Worth a dime This liquid lunch will not stop my punch-drunk quality to doze while I run It is thirty-nine degrees in my mind It’s thirty thousand miles more to go Cause it’s like I lose myself in dreaming of summer days in bloom For I’ve got no clue whatever happened All that I am is worth a dime Worth a dime