If I wake up in the morning, I pick up my belongings and go
And I walk out through the sun to a bus-stop that I’ve come to know
But I never set foot in, and I never get on
But I speak to myself as I stand all alone like a girl, combing her hair
I’m over my head
I’m over my head
But I swear that I once was a child like you all
But at moments like these, I don’t know
The strangling arrival of all that I may have been
Tangles my power to grow
I’m over my head again, over my head again…
Now a deep blue night is falling and it’s drawing my heart through the town
My sleep is where I need it; it’s right down here on the ground
But it’s not so much stranger than crying and lying in bed
For they laid him in a manger and there wasn’t much danger, they said
I’m over my head
I’m over my head
But I swear that I once was a child like you all
But at moments like these, I don’t know
The strangling arrival of all that I may have been
Tangles my power to grow
I’m over my head again, over my head again…
