Chorus
I'm all mixed up, I'm all mixed up about,
All mixed up about you

And no I can't find no reason
To explain the way that I feel
I remember things being clearer
At one time things were more real

(Repeat Chorus)

I'm not lookin' for sympathy
I'm just frightened by this apathy
Like footsteps way in the back of me
On a narrow street of stone

And if time will answer all questions
Then perhaps a film will be shown
Everyone could mail-order tickets
Yeah, you could sell a lot of shirts
For the last picture show