I can't explain my anguished brain, I didn't really feel it No dress can turn your head, but how long till we're reeling in paradise? And I find myself paralyzed, knowing all too well The word behind hurting, God, I didn't really mean it Circumspect, recall, collect to see if I would keep that paradise And I find myself paralyzed, knowing all too well Telling God, I will find my way Moving to the country, gonna have that baby Wait, tables in town, no word gets around Moving to the country, gonna have this baby See how it goes, see how it goes And I find myself paralyzed, knowing all too well I'm terrified, but I'll find my way I'll egress to Inverness with nothing in my pockets But who says the heaven is a place on Earth where I'm so insane? And will I get help from God in a starting line? *