An aggressive nature

Does not make

The weaker man a gladiator

Inside this misty circle Well, just looking at you

And all your schemes are undone

And you just can't pull my ideas down Well, take a good look within

And this is no place for me

Oh, I just can't get my ideas down

They won't come down, down, down, down Look at this mess we're in

To You, Lord, I do declare

I've got rusted guitar strings, man

Wound around my head And lately these days

I'm in so many empty spaces

I'm transfixed, I see these ugly faces

That pull me down, down, down, down Look at me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

My heads in the clouds, yeah, I get misty

Just holding your hand What can you do when you don't seem to fit

You fall to bits inside all because of it

Blame it on some massive lack of confidence Three years from now where will I be?

Who will be behind me

Pulling me down, down down, down Well, I'm curious about

How I got to be wrapped around

The lines on someone's hand Won't you tell me realistically

How long can I expect to be

Inside this misty circle? Well, what can you do?

It don't seem to fit

Where can you go?

All because just this can cure me

This misty circle Look at me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

My heads in the clouds, yeah

I get misty