This morning I awoke Hard pressed to catch my breath. I thought I'd dreamt the calendar Shed the better of its depth. But oh, my mind she hadn't lied, No a whole damn year's gone by. So I'm weathered in a wild fit Faulted as the clock conspired. ♪ Don't ask how I could stand To sit on my own two hands. The seasons beat about my face While still buried in the sand. And 'though the time that has elapsed Has left my lungs collapsed At least I've got these limbs to write Of unleasant plight, alright. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short again. Well, I've been working too hard Just to fall back on my last resort again. Ah man, I'm through Doing everything I know I ain't supposed to do. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short. ♪ While I'm wide-eyed, my thoughts collide; I pry myself out of bed. Just a bag of weary bones on stilts Doing battle with my head. And, with the sermon I just wrote, I'm preaching it to coax My head back from a humdrum hell And the stale that it evokes. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short again. Well, I've been working too hard Just to fall back on my last resort again. Ah man, I'm through Doing everything I know I ain't supposed to do. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short.