My mind is like an ocean with the saints all tracking in And every where I look I see the people that I've been It's a crazy situation But it sure ain't nothing new And I guess maybe I'll get hung up on you
Well Jesus Christ he came and went He weren't much use to me Politics it stole my soul and then it took my teeth I've clung to all the wrong things But I've finally made it through And I think I just might get hung up on you
Not saying you're the novel That kind of came and went Not saying your the letters to my congressman I sent But even compulsives such as me Can make a good choice eventually
Well I hitched all down the east coast For what I still don't know I've planned and dreamed of get-rich schemes But only got broke slow I've clung to all the wrong things But I've finally made it through And I think I just might get hung up on you