The Basket

I wake up And nothing is where it should be Why do these things happen to me? I thought I was free Now I appear to be A standing stone You knock me over You knock me over Come on and do it again Conversations How we run into the cellar door Yeh I'm a backstroke swimmer for sure To the basket I'll return for evermore You knock me over You knock me over You knock me over And lately I've been getting a feeling I've been running backwards down the stairs In a masterpiece that no one bothered painting Everybody's too busy with those baskets of theirs You knock me over You knock me over Don't remember anything Anything at all You knock me over You knock me over Now it's happening again There's something wrong with my head Is this heaven ahead