歌词
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 out