Lady exhausted you’re eating my mind
With a knife in your left hand a fork in your right
The card up my sleeve is lost in my shirt
And I’m looking for gold in a pile of dirt
Oh, let me out of this god awful space
I’m fed up with the color of my thoughts
Here’s to me and you and me and everybody else
I had a dream that I wanted a lock of your hair
That’s not what I want
But what does it mean?
I have tendencies
To look at things
Closer than they’re meant to be
Mister remember you left me to dry
I’m a fish out of water
I’m playing alive
I’m talking like I have something to say
Digging through mud making love out of clay
Oh, let me out of this god awful space
I’m fed up with the color of my thoughts
Here’s to me and you and me and everybody else
I had a dream that I wanted a lock of your hair
That’s not what I want
But what does it mean?
I have tendencies
To look at things
Closer than they’re meant to be
Please somebody tell somebody what’s going on
Please somebody tell somebody what’s going on
The days of the months of the years are all gone
The days of the months of the years are all wrong
Lady exhausted you’re eating my mind
With a knife in your left hand a fork in your right
The card up my sleeve is lost in my shirt
And I’m looking for gold in a pile of dirt
Oh let me out of this god awful space
I’m fed up with the color of my thoughts
Here’s to me and you and me and everybody else