Distressed

She took the morning lightly across my eyes She sees faces but not her own, her own I don't want to use you, baby, but you sound confused Are you taking on prestige, baby? Because you've been abused, abused I am perplexed, I am distressed Where did I park my wheels? Where did I park my wheels? Way deep down inside your heart is so far apart From the world I'd call my home, my home Would you laugh if I told you selfish is easy Or just lay here say nothing at all? Silence Way deep down inside your heart is so far apart From the world I'd call my home, my home I am distressed --- Distressed - Max Webster