Lyrics

Well Mr. can you help me here?
I've got a monkey on my back.
I had to lose my way to get me here.
Can you help me with my sack?

Well I don't know what you think of me.
Or what you think's behind the stare.
It's just an overworked anatomy.
You can find them anywhere.
And it's so strange,
but it's real.

I don't know what to think of me,
I was fine when it was then.
Now I feel the very best of me,
has been given to the wind.
And it's so strange...
but it's real.