many hangs 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 fon
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 fist?
From whence did
the day at fist?
I'm back and fill
I'm back and fill
I'm back and fill
I'm back and fill
I'm back and fill
I'm back and fill
I'm back
I'm back and fill
I'm back and fill