From the Swamp

It's informing claustrophobia You've been waiting for the end of the line Where did all those big bad thoughts go? I don't know where I slept last night At least not insomnia I won't go to sleep for a while You always ask, "Hey, what's wrong with ya?" Depressed for the third time I must forget you To the back of my mind Not to drown in my sorrow Because if it's from the swamp, then- Back it goes I must have met you in another life Or so it goes If you think I'm letting you wade on through All of the emotions I own Then, if it's from the swamp Then back it goes Well, if it's from the swamp Then back it goes Back it goes Back it goes Back it goes Back it goes