Lady Exhausted

Lady exhausted you're eating my mind

With a knife in your left hand a fork in your right

The card up my sleeve is lost in my shirt

And I'm looking for gold in a pile of dirt

Oh, let me out of this god awful space

I'm fed up with the color of my thoughts

Here's to me and you and me and everybody else

I had a dream that I wanted a lock of your hair

That's not what I want

But what does it mean?

I have tendencies

To look at things

Closer than they're meant to be

Mister remember you left me to dry

I'm a fish out of water

I'm playing alive

I'm talking like I have something to say

Digging through mud making love out of clay

Oh, let me out of this god awful space

I'm fed up with the color of my thoughts

Here's to me and you and me and everybody else

I had a dream that I wanted a lock of your hair

That's not what I want

But what does it mean?

I have tendencies

To look at things

Closer than they're meant to be

Please somebody tell somebody what's going on

Please somebody tell somebody what's going on

The days of the months of the years are all gone

The days of the months of the years are all wrong

Lady exhausted you're eating my mind

With a knife in your left hand a fork in your right

The card up my sleeve is lost in my shirt

And I'm looking for gold in a pile of dirt

Oh let me out of this god awful space

I'm fed up with the color of my thoughts

Here's to me and you and me and everybody else