A F#m [Vers 1] A The smartest people in the world F#m Had gathered in Los Angeles A To analyze our love affair F#m And possibly unscramble us A And we sat among our photographs F#m Examined every one A And in the end we compromised F#m And met the morning sun [Chorus] A [ F#m ] Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh F#m Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, hey, hey [Vers 2] A They say the left side of the brain F#m Dominates the right A And the right side has to labour through F#m The long and speechless night A And in the night my father came to me F#m And held me to his chest A He said "There's not much more that you can do F#m Go on and get some rest" - and I said "Yeah [Chorus] A [ F#m ] Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh F#m Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh A [ F#m ] Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, eh-ey F#m Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much [Coda] A F#m A-ooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh A F#m F#m Ooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh