Story Behind the Song
just sit in rush hour for a while...somethin's bound to come to ya'.
Lyrics
Sometimes I can fly so high, if I don't look down.
And I can reach up past the sky, if I keep my feet on the ground.
But once in a while this mixed-up world comes rolling down my street.
I try to wait until it passes by, but it stops right there at my feet.
It's a mixed-up world, and that's no joke.
You can't see the forests for all the smoke.
Things are surely messed up.
And it's bound to turn your head around.
Give me an empty shore, and a quiet sea.
Far away from the noise of man, and who he tries to be.
It's a messed-up world, and that's a fact.
You're lucky to leave with your soul intact.
Well, it's a mixed up world, and that's the truth.
People still searching for that fountian of youth.
Oh, it's a messed up world, and that's no lie.
I'm so glad I'm just a passer-by.
Yes I am.
Just passin through.
It's crazy out there.
Who are all these people on the streets?
I don't even want to leave my house no more.
Stay off the highway now, I'll tell you what.
And now they're all over my TV set. Damn!
It's a mixed up world.
Hold it together boys!
Aw, man, c'mon!
You're gettin all messed up!
It's just a big ol' mess.
Man. Just great.
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