The radio's on, the song they play
Can't make no sense of what they say
I couldn't tell you if 
I knewDon't understand most things 
I seeIn the blue light of the 
TVI couldn't tell you what to do
Rita, it all just seems too much
And sometimes maybe not enough
My head is so, so filled up
And Rita, 
I guess I think too much
Or maybe sometimes not enough
My head is always so filled up
I hold the phone close to my ear
Can't recognize the voice 
I hearCouldn't remember what they said
The newspaper stacks up on the step
I can't believe how long 
I sleptNow why should 
I get out of bed
Rita, it all just seems too much
And sometimes maybe not enough
My head is so, so filled up
And Rita, 
I guess I think too much
Or maybe sometimes not enough
My head is always so filled up
There was a thing floating way up there
Was it a wish or another prayer
It was just stuck, stuck up in the air