From the Swamp

It's informing claustrophobia You've been waiting for the end of the line Where all those big bad thoughts go I don't know where I slept last night At least no insomnia I won't go to sleep for a while You always ask, "Hey, what's wrong with ya?" Deep rest for the third kind I must forget you to the back my mind Not to drown in my sorrow Because if it's from the swamp then Back it goes I must have met you in another life Or so it goes If you think I'm letting you wade on through All the emotions I own And if it's from the swamp Then back it goes But if it's from the swamp Then back it goes Back it goes, back it goes Back it goes, back it goes