Too many people about
Telling me what to do with myself
It's hard to get around
Walking on soft, soft ground Well they can say what they feel
'Cause I'm completely foreign
I know it's clear, it's putting
My mind, my mind at ease She's reliable but demanding
She orders me about
She often keeps on wanting
'Til the morning light is out Too many mouths
Arguing over nothing
It's hard to get around
Walking on soft, soft ground
