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Books are stacked on my table, I've got books filling my shelves
Day and night Ive been trying to unravel myself
But Ive been looking for answers that don't seem to wanna be had
and people dont live too long when they're feeling this bad
So I dont wanna know about nothin
unless its something I can see or touch
cause Ive been living on the inside too much
I miss those Labor Day picnics like the ones that we used to have
Where no ones worrying about nothing, no ones feeling bad
I wanna roll down the hillside, lay dizzy in the cool green grass
and jump around like a frog in a gunny sack
And I dont wanna know about nothin
unless its something I can see or touch
cause Ive been living on the inside a little too much
My friend has got some babies and she loves them with all of her might
They run around all day, they keep her up at night
But she can kiss those faces and shes the one who gets to see them smile
Im thinking maybe thatd beat this by a pretty long mile
And I dont wanna know about nothin
unless its something I can see or touch
cause Ive been living on the inside a little too much