I got mixed up confusion
Man, it's killing me
There is too many people
And they're all too hard to please
And my hat's in my hand
Babe, I'm walking down the line
And I'm looking for a woman
With a head mixed up like mine
And I'm too old to lose
Babe I'm too young to win
And I feel like a stranger
In the world I'm living in
But I'm walking and wondering
And my poor feet don't ever stop
Seeing my reflection
I'm hung over, hung down, hung up
