Well sometimes it seems this life of mine is slippin' away down through my fingers
And nothin' good I'm ever gonna do is ever gonna stick or stay
In spite of all the notes I play this tragic melody it still lingers
And sings to me in twisted harmony on sleepless nights and drowsy days
What can I do with this head of mine -
On the days when it's its own worst enemy?
It's all I can do to keep from cryin'
And listen to that voice of reason comin' down to me
I hear it singin . . .
Lighten up your load - the world's a waitin'
Lighten up your load - just shrug it off
Lighten up your load, my freind, just stop hesitatin' 'cause
The oyster's your world, and you are the pearl
I'm 26 years old, goin' on 40, and Connie says I need a mortgage
I don't know if this line of work of mine will ever get me very far
I'd like to buy my girl a dress, but my bank account's a mess, I can't afford it
It's all that I can do to pay my rent and keep from livin' in my car
What can I do with this head of mine?
Some days it's just its own worst enemy
All I can do is keep on tryin'
To listen to that voice of reason comin' down to me
I hear it singin' . . .