Am I just wasting my time, giving all these dirty looks Reading up in all these books about communication lines Am I wasting my time? Am I wasting my time, writing superficial lines? If I want to know what matters, do I have to read your mind? Am I wasting my time? Am I wasting my time, oh Wasting my time, oh Wasting my time, oh Well, there's nothing more to say, I should end it here today But this other matter, idle chatter's getting in the way There's nothing more to say And on any other day, you know if I could stay No good time, no rhyme or reason, oh you know I'd have to play Maybe on a rainy day Am I wasting my time, oh Wasting my time, oh Wasting my time, oh La la la la La la la la Well, there must be something more, something I've not had before Is it waiting 'round the corner, or behind another door? There must be something more There must be something more, something wonderful in store A fantiferous sensation that will knock me on the floor There must be something more Am I wasting my time, oh Wasting my time, oh Wasting my time, oh La la la la La la la la