Julie Christie, the rumors are true
As the pages turn, my eyes are glued
To the movie star and his sordid life
Mr. Ex and his old-suffering wife
I spent so much time dreaming about Eleanor Bron
In my room with the curtains drawn
See her in the arms of Paul
Say it, I can say no more
As the music swells somehow stronger from adversity
Our hero finds his inner peace
So now I'm looking for a lucky charm
With a needle hanging out of its arm

Time goes by, I know it's gonna happen
I know it's going away
Gonna take its toll, gonna take its toll
And I'll take my time
'Cause I'm thinking about the way things are
Thinking about the way things are
Thinking about the way things are
Thinking about the needle
And I'm thinking about the needle
And I'm thinking about