I've got too many hang ups tho'not all about myself Too many people just don't care about anything My feet are swept off in the crowd to faraway My mind moving from place to place,looking for an emotional anchor
The memory sometimes intrude my mind Oh,How you deserted me It was too much to bear Nowadays I think differently I may have been in the wrong
My mind moving from place to place, looking for an emotional anchor
I go out at daybreak dark as yet I plod my way Each morning is different Everything so vague I'm lost in the crowd Lost in direction Where did the end of the day？ From whence did the day at first？