I'm gonna plant me some seeds Grow me an ocean Cut me some trees And build me an island Stand on the corner Flag down a streetcar Go somewhere and phone him And ask him where my thoughts are N.C I'm gonna say to him: Are my thoughts with you babe How twisted, babe, are they Since you went away, babe I ain't been thinking too straight And if that don't get through I'm gonna build me a flower Sit down in the morning dew And kiss it every hour N.C I'm gonna: Turn out the lights, turn on the night Give up the fight, go for a flight Catch me a cab, who cares what's right or wrong When I get to the moon, rent me a room Sit in the gloom all alone I'll cry: Are my thoughts with you, babe How twisted, babe, are they Since you left me this way, babe I just ain't thinking too straight