Waiting to cross the rubiconnWondering what side I'm onnWhat are these visions of me as a young man?nWith one arm pointed, and the other arm holding your handnnNeeding a plan to keep you nearnBlowing a horn, so you can hearnIf it was only my love and devotionnThis world would suddenly be in a state of commotionnnEmotional commotion, emotional commotionnEmotional commotion, emotional motionnnI never get around under the sun and the starsnAnd I may be always frowningnBut wonder you will see, under the sun and the starsnYou will turn around and I'll be emotionnnEmotional commotion, emotional commotionnEmotional commotion, emotional commotionnEmotional commotion, emotional motion n