Lyrics:

Gone fishing, called an intermission
On account of being overcooked
Head swimming, children and the women
Leave me stranded on my burning deck

And one fine morning
I awoke to hear you calling
Couldn't believe what I heard at all

I didn't see it coming
I didn't see it coming

Much later, I'm your grand capitulator
Certain that I could be wrong
Head still spinning, looking for an algorithm
To bring some sense to it all

And you start singing along
With that rock 'n' roll song
On your New York station

I didn't see it coming
I didn't see it coming, uh oh

Don't get me wrong
I wouldn't change a single thing
Just that having been wrong so many, many times
It's hard to believe that I might get it right

Didn't see it coming
I didn't see it coming
And now I'm underneath the train

I didn't see it coming
I didn't, I didn't see it coming
I didn't see it coming