I know it's best for me to be alone
But my heart sincerely wants a home.
I don't know where to settle
My mind is whistling like a tea kettle.

Time ticks bye
Time flies
Things are changing.

I know it's best for me to be around
But I don't think I can bear the sound
Of bickering
Or handling the ludicrous singing.

Here I am,
All over again
Hand with pen
Wondering when
My peace will be turned upside down,
Wondering when
The next heartache will come around.

I know it's best for me not to worry
I know it's best not to hurry
Things along
But I can't quite contain
My mind's wondering song.