| Burned out in the lawn in Tuscon, Arizona
|
| With the scavengers on 4th Avenue
|
| Feeling old, boredom of the second hand stores
|
| Hoping maybe I could find something new
|
| Now, now, now, now, now
|
| Here it comes
|
| Here it comes again
|
| Behind the theater, in the alley by the dumpsters
|
| Far away from the glow of the marquee
|
| There alone in the darkness, below the Hotel Congress
|
| I was? |
| for a second but I then I fell asleep
|
| Now here it comes
|
| Here it comes again, ah
|
| Yeah, here comes that feeling, yeah
|
| I must be losing my mind
|
| (I'm losing, I’m losing my mind)
|
| I must be losing my mind
|
| Oh, my God, there’s ghosts in my hotel room
|
| Why do they bother me here?
|
| Oh, my heart, hey, where is my lover?
|
| She, she built a way to the southern hemisphere
|
| I hear them laughing at me, the nuns are laughing at me
|
| The homes are laughing at me too
|
| They think I’m lying in there, they think I’m foolish but that
|
| But that don’t make me a fool, no, no, no, no, no, no
|
| I must be losing my mind
|
| (I'm losing, I’m losing my mind)
|
| I must be losing my mind
|
| (I'm losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind)
|
| But it sure feels fine, you know it sure feels fine
|
| Who am I talking to and what am I saying
|
| Why doubt these words I don’t believe?
|
| There’s no one stopping you so why are you staying?
|
| Are you as crazy as me?
|
| Huh, I’m in these shadows dying, lying in this street
|
| Nobody’s set their soul, anything at all
|
| Nobody notices, no one goes in there
|
| And it scares me, don’t know where, nowhere at all
|
| I must be losing my mind
|
| (I'm losing, I’m losing my mind)
|
| I must be losing my mind
|
| (I'm losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind)
|
| Yeah, you know but it sure feels fine
|
| You know it sure feels right
|
| Yeah, it does, yes, it does
|
| Ah, here it comes again
|
| Uh, yeah, it’s coming on strong again
|
| You know, I’m dancing with my thoughts again
|
| Yeah, my words they don’t make any sense and no, no, no
|
| And no, no, no, no, here it comes again, yeah
|
| Ah, these feelings I don’t understand
|
| Ah, I’m dancing with my thoughts again
|
| My, my words they don’t make any sense
|
| No, no, no, no
|
| They just don’t make any sense |