Books are stacked on my table, I've got books filling my shelves
Day and night Iâve been trying to unravel myself
But Iâve been looking for answers that don't seem to wanna be had
and people donât live too long when they're feeling this bad
So I donât wanna know about nothinâ
unless itâs something I can see or touch
âcause Iâve been living on the inside too much
I miss those Labor Day picnics like the ones that we used to have
Where no oneâs worrying about nothing, no oneâs 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 donât wanna know about nothinâ
unless itâs something I can see or touch
âcause Iâve 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 sheâs the one who gets to see them smile
Iâm thinking maybe thatâd beat this by a pretty long mile
And I donât wanna know about nothinâ
unless itâs something I can see or touch
âcause Iâve been living on the inside a little too much
