It’s all up inside between my ears
My mind of mine won’t let me be
Makes me count up all my minutes, hours and years
But I wish to God and I hope to hell
That I could understand that’s in the now
Four or five years ago I understood
But I don’t understand why or how
Maybe it’s in the money
For it waxes and it wanes
And it makes the past seem possible
And all its losses and its gains
But I couldn’t care about money
Well at least that’s what I’d say
Until I’m counting all my quarters
Just to find my rent to pay
It’s all comes down to rhymeless reason
But I missed every single sign
And it stands to every season
With the changing of the time
It’s just that sometimes I can’t figure out
Whether I am the plowman or the plow
Four or five years ago I understood
But I don’t understand much of it now