well i don't believe I know you, tell me once again... your name?
when the sun gets down to setting, well my memory does the same.
How does this story go, or did I even write the words?
The wind blows gently through my mind, and upon it are Byrds.
For what I wore to work, i have to check the dirty pile
I can't remember what I ate, but haven't eaten in a while
the everyday routine is fine, I make it through my days,
but sometimes feel lethargic and get that blue and funky haze.
I noticed that a client was the same when she showed up
she tends to sit with head down, quite forgetful, often gruff
but when we give her lots to drink and serve a balanced diet
she snaps right out of limbo and I think I'm gonna try it.