Soft Ground

Too many people about

Telling me what to do with myself

It's hard to get around

Walking on soft, soft ground

Well, they can say what they feel

'Cause I'm completely foreign

I know it's clear

It's putting my mind, my mind at ease

She's reliable, but demanding

She orders me about

She often keeps on wanting

Till the morning light is out

Too many mouths

Arguing over nothing at all

Its hard to get around

Walking on soft, soft ground