Well, I'm reelin', but I don't know what I'm reelin' in And the paper you're reading, it scares you, but you read it anyway You never know why You're always calling out There's always something about what you have done And the ashes you're spreading, I've asked you not to spread them, but you spread them anyway And you're walking around the room like you never used to You never know why You're always calling out There's always something about what you have done What you've already done Spinning around on the machine that you bought to spin around upon But the gas that you're putting in it doesn't even burn You never know why You're always calling out There's always something about what you have done