Make You Happy

Every now and then, I get a little too close To a kind of truth that's not worth thinking about But you can't stop the mind from wandering You gotta slow it down, maybe get yourself under control And it's hard to stop the pondering And there have been points when I feel like I've been on a roll But then those curtains get drawn And the chances that you thought you had They really come to nothing at all And I have no need for such things But to make you happy Does it make you happy? Busted strings on this guitar Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere Could you make me happy? And if you keep me on your right, could I keep you on my left? And there's a question on your lips, on your fingertips Stabbing in the dark like you're cut-cut-cutting your fringe back But it's grown out at such an angle, that the shears aren't sharp You've got to straight-straight-straighten the blades up If I could make it easier I would always try to make it easier But to be a cautious operator is the way to stop this falling apart And I have no need for such things But to make you happy Does it make you happy? Busted strings on this guitar Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere Could you make me happy? And I have no need for such things But to make you happy Make you happy Does it make you happy? Does it make you happy? And if you keep me on your right, could I keep you on my left?