Rita

The radio's on, the song they play Can't make no sense of what they say I couldn't tell you if I knew Don't understand most things I see In the blue light of the TV I couldn't tell you what to do Rita, it all just seems too much And sometimes maybe not enough My head is so, so filled up And Rita, I guess I think too much Or maybe sometimes not enough My head is always so filled up I hold the phone close to my ear Can't recognize the voice I hear Couldn't remember what they said The newspaper stacks up on the step I can't believe how long I slept Now why should I get out of bed Rita, it all just seems too much And sometimes maybe not enough My head is so, so filled up And Rita, I guess I think too much Or maybe sometimes not enough My head is always so filled up There was a thing floating way up there Was it a wish or another prayer It was just stuck, stuck up in the air