Testo Hello Goodbye

I'm entering a frame bombarded by indecisionWhere a man like me can easily let the day get out of controlDown this far in the quarterI'm pushed hard upon the borderBut, I'd rather be caught 'round now instead of oh, say, 'round the month of JuneBut if I can leave with a little bit of explanationThen anywhere in the world I choose to goI'll have it made.