My life occurs upon a line running straight inside my mind Birds are singing as I write by the windowsill tonight
Oh, to be up in the air living free of fear or care I'm just trying to lay low 'til the morning light
Well I'm just trying to get by spark my lazy, idle mind Staring at the walls again chopped in half by ceiling fans There's no letters in the mail all the bread is going stale What's this trouble all about? Guess I'll have to wait it out
If I ever get around I might take my thoughts to town If you see me in my car and the windows are down Please don't yell or wave at me I'm not feeling well, you see I'm just trying to lay low 'til the morning light
I'm just blurring into time living trapped inside my mind Reaching for a hand beyond to pull me from my stagnant pond Can't tell what I want or need sister, tell me, can't you see? What this trouble's all about Guess I'll have to wait it outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
