I think my problems
Are trying to solve them
Like looking further out in space
To find a better place
I think my worries
So big and heavy
Live way back deep inside my head
And I have tired of listening
Hey I have tired of listening
Hey I have tired
Of listening
"Go screw your head on straight!"
"Take your time in what you're trying to say!"
"Don't think about the shame!"
'Cause everybody gets a bit of the blame
We are ill-equipped to deal with this
Porous skin
Go rub some dirt on it
'Cause worrying invites the sin
"Comb your hair!"
"Tie your shoes!"
"Learn to live with the reds and blues!"
Give them grace and
Know your place is
Way in there in outer space
