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 ...