Over My Head

Over My Head - Blind Mr. Jones

I try not to think too much

I try not to think you've won

I try not to think I've lost

I try not to think you're gone

I'm left hanging here

With nothing to hold

With nothing to say

I'm going on cold

I'm sick of this dance

The patterns we make

I'm sick that this chance

Is one you won't take

I'm over my head

I'm over my head

I'm over my head

I'm over my head