I'm sitting down in the air
No more answers on the ground
It's where I go to think things through
And sift the lies from the truth
All the world is upside down
There's no recovery in sight
A telephone pole does me good
My only friend's made out of wood!
CHORUS
Ooh, what a troubled man
Ooh, what a troubled man
Ooh, what a troubled man
Ooh, with a troubled plan
And if you think I'm a mirror
I don't know
Gotta work it out alone
I've got too much on my mind
My solution has drawn a crowd
Why do they want to bring me down
My hands don't touch the wire
I better go before they fire
I saw myself on the news
Oh, the video never lies
Like an animal in a cage
Good intentions cause me rage
CHORUS
Written by Arigon Starr
© 1997 Starrwatcher Publishing (ASCAP)
Lyrics reprinted by Kind Permission
