Thinking a lot

THINKING A LOT (D G D G B E, capo 3)

 

So surprised I’m so shook up. So secure in what I was.

Stood upon that very sun. Left me hanging like a gull on the beach.

And what can I expect to find but cold and hardness? Waiting for my limbs to catch up to my chest.

So involved I was never there.

 

And I’ve been thinking a lot because I haven’t been doing anything.

Waiting for the right time; only noticing when it goes by.

 

So engulfed in my own head. Every mirror tells me what I already know.

And what can I expect to find but a four-eyed monster? And every time I turn around it jumps on my back.

What can I expect to hold that needs protection?

Fearing what I am because I had a choice.

 

And I haven’t been doing anything because I’ve been thinking too much.