The smartest people in the world 
Had gathered in Los Angeles 
To analyze our love affair 
And finally unscramble us 
And we sat among our photographs 
Examined every one 
And in the end we compromised 
And met the morning sun 
Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much 
Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much 

They say the left side of the brain 
Dominates the right 
And the right side has to labor through 
The long and speechless night 
And in the night 
My father came to me 
And held me to his chest 
He said, "There's not much more that you can do 
Go on and get some rest." 
And I said Yeah 
Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much 
Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much