It's an utterance I've said before, insanity
But in whispered tones and hushed voice, so no one can hear
There's a knocking at my window sill, who could it be?
It's a fading image of myself, sensible me
And I can't get out of my head
With these wild ideas that I've had
Does it sound familiar yet?
That I can't get out of my head
There's a party in my dressing room, save room for me
There's decisions on the threshing floor, save room for me
And I can't get out of my head
With these wild ideas that I've had
Does it sound familiar yet?
That I can't get out
Can't get out of my head
With these wild ideas that I've had
Does it sound familiar yet?
That I can't get out of my head
I'm sick and tired of losing my head
I'm sick and tired of losing my head
I'm sick and tired of losing my head
I'm sick and tired of losing my head
So tomorrow brings another day, hopefully
Whether quiet storm or brightest night, I'm stuck with me