finn kulisch - the trek to the mailbox Lyrics

My head's high, but my hands are low in my pockets
My head is spinning and the moving ground makes me nauseous
I don't want to lie, but I tell you that I'm off it
So you don't look at me strange like you do so often

My head is floating in the sky
But it's hard to avoid when your head's high as mine

Today, six months, and a week ago
I told you that I didn't know
If I could keep this going all the time

But now, thinking about all the time I spent
And every little word that I already said
I hang my head and cry

Stuck on a train going nowhere
Then it starts to rain, well it's no fair
Why does this always happen to me?

Just hold on tight to the railing
And if the brakes start failing
Just get a grip, just wait and see

My head is floating in the sky
But it's hard to avoid when your head's high as mine