I’m all messed up, going down slow
I fought the law for way too long
I’m on my back looking at the ceiling
Wondering how my baby feels today
Wondering if I still cross her mind
Wondering if she’s wired or if she’s tired
Wondering if she’s fine or confused
Like I am today

Ah, ah, here I go again
I’m all messed up, losing control
Must be something wrong with my approach
Cross my eyelids with my arm
And I apologise to all
I done harm or done wrong
But I was fast asleep and half brave
Well I’m afraid I got lost
( I’m afraid I must ‘a got lost )