Running around in a field, just out of my skull
'Til my head is so sick and so clear
Only certain kinds of people can take these things
How will I ever find my way home?
It appears I was waiting for my old self
And I dig, and I dig, and I dig, and I dig
Only certain kinds of people can take these things
And thought then can turn action
Only certain kinds of people can take these things
Or why the ghost's alive in this cave
It appears I was talking to my own self
Don't even seem to remember my name
'Til my head is so sick and so clear
I'm leaving here getting out of this place
Leaving here getting out of this place
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
Leaving here getting out of this place
Then thought turns into action
Watching a storm cloud form over the hills
They say, she's on the run
How will I ever find my way home?
Get up in the morning I'm paying my bills
I'm tired and lost and feeling blown
I don't know what I'm made of or where from I came
And I dig and I dig and I dig and I dig
Watching a storm cloud form over the hills
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
Running around in a field, just out of my skull
They say she's on the run
Get up in the morning I'm paying my bills
I'm leaving here getting out of this place
I'm tired and lost and feeling blown
