Rita کے بول

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 blue light of the tv I couldn't tell you what to do [Chorus:] 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 stacks up on the step I can't believe how long I slept Now why should i get out of bed [Chorus] There was a thing floating way up there Was it a wish or another prayer It was just stuck up in the air When it is all finally said and done I start again where I'd begun In front of rita when I looked dumb