Not this, not that, then who am I?
Please mark the spot where I reside
Stevie showed us in a landslide
Ceaselessly, seasons roll on by
Quiescence escapes this mind’s eye
Looking outward, nowhere to hide
Not this, not that, then who am I?
Please mark the spot where I reside
Dopamine, dying to get high
Still by your side in the low tide
Keep it under, I’ll be your guide
And I ain’t telling you goodbye
Not this, not that, then who am I?