Make You Happy

Every now and then I get a little too close to a kind of truth
that’s not worth thinking about
But you can’t stop the mind from wandering
you’ve gotta slow it down maybe get yourself under control
And it’s hard to stop the pondering
and there have been points when I feel like I’ve been on a roll

But then those curtains get drawn and the chances that you thought you had
they really come to nothing at all

And I have no need for such things but to make you happy
Does it make you happy?
And the busted strings on this guitar
makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere
Could you make me happy?

And if you keep me on your right could I keep you on my left?

And there’s a question on your lips on your finger tips
stabbing in the dark
Like you’re cut, cut, cutting your fringe back
But it’s grown out at such an angle that the shears aren’t sharp
You’ve got to straight, straight, straighten the blades up

And if I could make it easier, I would always try to make it easier

But to be a cautious operator is the way to stop this falling apart

And I have no need for such things but to make you happy
Does it make you happy?
And the busted strings on this guitar
makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere
Could you make me happy?

And I have no need for such things but to make you happy
Make you happy
Does it make you happy?
Does it make you happy?

But if you keep me on your right could I keep you on my left?