If it's fix a fence,
Find the dance,
I've got lots of experience
Rent gets spent,
and all the letters,
Never written, that don't get sent
Comes from confusion;
All the things I left undone
It comes from moment to moment,
day to day,
and time seems to slip away

But I got twenty million things to do,
twenty million things
All I can think about is you
With twenty million things,
twenty million things to do

I got mysterious,
wysterious, hanging in the air
The rocking chair I supposed to fix,
well it came undid
And the things that I let slip,
I found out quick:
It comes from moment to moment,
day to day,
and time seems to slip away

But I got twenty million things to do,
twenty million things
All I can do, is think about you
With twenty million,
twenty million things to do