The Radio's On, The Song They Play
Can't Make No Sense Of What They Say
I Couldn't Tell You If I Knew

Don't Understand Most Things I See
In The Blue Light Of The Tv
I Couldn't Tell You What To Do

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Rita, It All Just Seems Too Much
And Sometimes Maybe Not Enough
My Head Is So, So Filled Up
And Rita, I Guess I Think Too Much
Or Maybe Sometimes Not Enough
My Head Is Always So Filled Up

I Hold The Phone Close To My Ear
Can't Recognize The Voice I Hear
Couldn't Remember What They Said

The Newspaper Stacks Up On The Step
I Can't Believe How Long I Slept
Now Why Should I Get Out Of Bed

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There Was A Thing Floating Way Up There
Was It A Wish Or Another Prayer
It Was Just Stuck Up In The Air

When It Is All Finally Said And Done
I Start Again Where I'd Begun
In Front Of Rita When I Looked Dumb