I was sitting in a chair
I was reading a book
I was floating in the air

I was taking a closer look

I was just about to go

I was waiting for Godot
I was hanging out on a limb
I was trying to sing a hymn


I was questioning the answer
I was cutting out the cancer

I was running through the woods
I was carrying the goods


I was
wasn't I?


I was sleeping in a field
I was slowing down to yield
I was standing on my head

I was underneath your bed

I was stuck in Boston traffic

I was talking very graffic
I was crying out for you
I was sipping on a brew


I was on a train to Rome
I was wanting to go home

I was falling down sideways
I was doing things my way


I was
Wasn't I?


I was circling the sky
I was baking you a pie
I was living in a dream

I was gently down the stream

I was laughing at the dawn

I was rolling on the lawn
I was barking up a tree
I was sailing on the sea


I was in a Dali painting
I was very close to fainting

I was emerging from depression
I was meeting with the session


I was
Well, wasn't I?


I was
I mean, it looked like me,
It walked like me and talked like me

I mean,
I'm almost sure