Take a good step back so you can hear the words
From the rugged readings of your psychic bird
Who sings a tune I know too well, how swell
So she sings you every Friday
And you've got yourself thinking that you'll be ok
To clean yourself and to wash away
Any chance of trying to explain
Any chance of trying to explain
I'm packing up and trying again
Have you erased your thoughts and cancelled out the fact that you're human with thoughts that aren't always in tact
The songs that you sing, they blow me away
But why do I always seem to hear you say
Why do I always seem to hear you say
Only excuses to run away from me, from me?
From little little, so below you, so fucking small, do you do you"¦
Now I'm taking it easy again
And I'm taking the road
And as we speak I'm waiting for messages
From other boys I don't know (repeat verse)
And now I'm taking it easy again
Now I'm taking it easy again etc.