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