Swept away
On a Saturday
Went and lost my head again
I′ll never get like that again, I swear
What to say
When I misbehave
When it's good it′s good
And when it's bad it's good
I know I can′t complain
Over rivers I have run
The rocks, the roads all older than the sun
I want to share this with someone but there′s no way
When I misbehave
What I mean
Caught up in between
Who I am and who I am supposed to be
I know it's me, it′s silly
A loved one dies
And the cars drive by
As though they never notice
Never slowing, not at all
Where they going?
Over mountains I have been
To where the air grows rarified and thin
I want to share the shape I'm in
But there′s no way
When I misbehave
When I misbehave
When I misbehave
When I misbehave
