I've been reading Bob Dylan interviews
Trying to get more confused
If there's one place to not find answers
It's in the middle of a ruse

So I stay up late with refrigerator noise
Trying to not be annoyed
I wish I could sleep while the moon is out
And stay off the edge of swords

I'd love to make my woman as happy
As she deserves to be
But somewhere along the line she decided
She'd stick with me

Too much chaos to be non chalant
But I wish I could let it all go
And hang out at bars and restaurants
Never in a hurry to know

I'm hung up - Unhang me
I'm fed up - Unfeed me
You're better off keeping your head in the sand
Cause it all - Makes less sense
The more you - Let in
The more I know the less I understand
You're better off keeping your head in the sand

So I eat what they say and try exercise
But I don't feel no better
Now the barbed wire is closing in
So I knit it into a sweater

If I meditate and educate
Take all the drugs I’m prescribed
Will I get to a place where I’m sedate
And can no longer hear the lies

My home state ain't what it used to be
Or maybe I'm just paying attention
I know when I had my blinders up
I felt a lot less tension

Don’t watch the news it gives you the blues
Death by a thousand cuts
If it bleeds it leads, the horrors I’ve seen
When will enough be enough?

I'm hung up
Unhang me
I'm fed up
Unfeed me
You're better off keeping your head in the sand
Cause it all
Makes less sense
The more you
Let in
If you let it in
The more I know the less I understand
You're better off keeping your head in the sand