Not that I don't want to help you,

Not that I don't care,

Sometimes living for myself,

Might get in the way of you deeming me fair.

I want to find something old,

Like the Midas' statue of gold

I want to find a treasure untouched,

In a book of gold or a painter's brush

I want to find my French café,

With a million reasons to be serious and just one to coquet

I want to find myself on a life-risking quest,

Be someone who does contrary to what's best

I want to find myself up on the moon,

I want to write something which would make Wordsworth swoon

I want to be a hero and a villain,

I want to be a phoenix and a Dylan

I want to be the snow and the rain,

I want to follow my heart and my brain

You see, there's so much to do

And there's so little time,

I do intend to live with you

But not before I live for me,

Its selfish enough for you,

And selfless enough for myself

That's just how I want it to work

Its how it will work.