Couldn't remember what they said
My head is always so filled up
My head is so, so filled up
Was it a wish or another prayer
I couldn't tell you if I knew
Or maybe sometimes not enough
And Rita, I guess I think too much
Rita, it all just seems too much
And Rita, I guess I think too much
And sometimes maybe not enough
Don't understand most things I see
The newspaper stacks up on the step
Now why should I get out of bed
I couldn't tell you what to do
Or maybe sometimes not enough
And sometimes maybe not enough
I can't believe how long I slept
Can't recognize the voice I hear
My head is always so filled up
My head is so, so filled up
Rita, it all just seems too much
I hold the phone close to my ear
There was a thing floating way up there
In the blue light of the TV
