You can't feel it in the fingers
Running over skin
Or in the shapes of moonlit shadows
When everything grows dim
Or in the calm voice that embraces
When everything goes foul
With whirring engines automatically
Designed to help

Why are you so turned around?
Why are you so turned around?

You can't see it in the clouds
That drift above your reach
Pushed by winds from distant places
Speaking distant speech
And you can't see it in your blindness
To everything so small
That defines you, that combines you
To everything that's all

Why are you so turned around?
Why are you so turned around?

You can't hear it move around you
And everything it seems
It's like the thought of running from
The meadow to the trees
And you can't hear it when you rub
The moss into your ears
Like (???)
Falling gently away from all your fears

Why are you so turned around?
Why are you so turned around?