Headsoak

I was walking with my feet A position fell over me The harmony wall bleeding The restless child was reading I was swimming Could hardly stand The swimming hour was at hand And the fishes they were feeding The lambs they were bleating I walk slowly When I walk away from you I'm feeling bad I'm looking bad I feel and look so bad Some might say Yours truly is soaking his head There's apprehension And inhibition All contributions To my attrition And it happened long ago These things these things That make me walk so darn slow --- Headsoak - Andrew Bird