I’m entering a frame
Bombarded by indecision
Where a man like me
Can easily let the day get out of control
Down this far in the quarter
I’m pushed hard upon the border
But I’d rather be caught `round now
Rather than, oh say, `round the month of June
But if I can leave a little bit of explanation
Then anywhere in the world I choose to go I’ll have it made.

..Blind Melon..