I've got coffee on the table

Yeah the coffee table

And the first smoke of the day

And I am thinking that maybe

I'll think of something good to say

But my mind is traveling

Farther and farther away

'Cause the trouble in my head

Is getting closer and closer to my legs

I've got to walk it out

And the trouble with my heart

Is that I can't take it out

And the trouble with myself

Is that I don't know me

So if you find me

Would you kindly show me

The way home

I have got birds on my roof

that sing beautifully

And then there is me in the living room

And I am screaming to be free

I've got clothes in my bedroom

Yeah and they fit me right

And now I am thinking that maybe

I'll just get dressed up

And go out tonight

'Cause the trouble in my head

Is getting closer and closer to my legs

I've got to walk it out

And the trouble with my heart

Is that I can't rip it out

And the trouble with myself

Is that I don't know me

So if you fine me

Would you kindly show me

The way home

Yeah I know I've got a lot of time on my clock to spare

But not enough to make it from here to there

So if it's not where you're from but where you're at

Well what happens when you have forgotten that ...