A Simple Thought Flashes Through My Mind

If I seem amazed, if I seem amused
If I'm distracted, I stand accused
I'm building heaven, with whistles and bells
Paradise with spotlights, cream with caramels

People say I'm a dreamer
People say I'm a tortured soul
Well baby I beg to differ
It's no big deal, it's under control
Under control

If I seem to fade, if I seem diffused
If I'm invisible, then I stand accused baby
I'm counting comets and falling stars
I'm riding high on a rocket ship to Mars, oh yeah

People say I'm a dreamer
People say I'm a tortured soul
Well baby I beg to differ
It's no big deal, it's under control
Under control, under control

A simple thought flashes thru' my mind