Losing the plot Oh could it be you think You're somebody you're not? Hiding away very far From the world for just another day Wild waves upon the sand Ashes falling straight through your hand Write on the wall If you even really got something to say at all Lost it on the singing of a dove Broke the only heart you really love Oh sometimes it feels like Crossing an ocean walking to the door Might as well just stay down on the floor You call on mother Mary but you get a bad line Well I guess baby You just can't get it right every time Woke up this morning Wondering if I even Had something to say to you at all I'm just a clown I should tell you now One day I will be sure to let you down Smoke and mirrors dissipate Baby I'm not worth the wait Oh sometimes it feels like Crossing an ocean walking to the door Might as well just stay down on the floor You call on mother Mary but you get a bad line Well I guess baby You just can't get it right So let the rain come pouring down The way you wear your pain baby That's the way you wear your crown Got no friends to hang around And it's just as well I guess I'm too much of a mess To even try walkin' to the door Might as well just stay down on the floor You call on mother Mary but you get a bad line Well I guess baby you just can't get it right every time Just can't get it right Oh no