Rita
The radio's on, the song they play
Can't make no sense of what they say
I couldn't tell you if I knew
Don't understand most things I see
In the moonlight of the TV
I couldn't tell you what to do
Rita it all just seems too much
And sometimes maybe not enough
My head is so, so filled up
And Rita, I guess I think too much
Or maybe sometimes not enough
My head is always so filled up
I hold the phone close to my ear
Can't recognize the voice I hear
Couldn't remember what they said
The newspaper stands upon the stair
I can't believe how long I slept
Now why should I get out of bed
Rita it all just seems too much
And sometimes maybe not enough
My head is so, so filled up
And Rita I guess I think too much
Or maybe sometimes not enough
My head is always so filled up
There was a thing floating way up there
Was it a wish or another prayer?
It was stuck, stuck up in the air
Writer/s: David Hidalgo
