Lyrics:

1970
Writer(s): Ian Anderson

Gotta take in what I can;
There is no time to do what must be done.
Why not do some thinking?

Sleeping is hard to come by,
So we'd all sit down and try to play in time
And we feel like singing.

Talking to people, they're my way.
Talking to people, they're my way.

Blue's one my favorite color.
[???] and found another song.
Well I felt like singing.

Trying hard to reach you:
Play what must be played, what must be sung,
And it's what I'm singing.

Talking to people, they're my way.
Talking to people, they're my way