I see a man without a problem
I see a country always starved,
I hear the music of a heartbeat,
I walk, and people turn and laugh
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is in my head here at the start?
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head, or in my heart?
I pick up phones and hear my history
I dream of all the calls I miss
I try to number those who love me,
And find exactly what the trouble is
Is it in my head etc
I feel I'm being followed,
My head is empty
Yet every word I say turns out a sentence
Statements to a stranger
Just asking for directions
Turn from being help to being questions
I see a man without a problem