| The radio's on, the song they play | |
| Can't make no sense of what they say | |
| I couldn't tell you if | |
| I knewDon't understand most things | |
| I seeIn the blue light of the | |
| TVI couldn't tell you what to do | |
| Rita, it all just seems too much | |
| And sometimes maybe not enough | |
| My head is so, so filled up | |
| And Rita, | |
| I guess I think too much | |
| Or maybe sometimes not enough | |
| My head is always so filled up | |
| I hold the phone close to my ear | |
| Can't recognize the voice | |
| I hearCouldn't remember what they said | |
| The newspaper stacks up on the step | |
| I can't believe how long | |
| I sleptNow why should | |
| I get out of bed | |
| Rita, it all just seems too much | |
| And sometimes maybe not enough | |
| My head is so, so filled up | |
| And Rita, | |
| I guess I think too much | |
| Or maybe sometimes not enough | |
| My head is always so filled up | |
| There was a thing floating way up there | |
| Was it a wish or another prayer | |
| It was just stuck, stuck up in the air |