When I Misbehave

Swept away On a Saturday Went and lost my head again I'll never get like that again, I swear What to say When I misbehave When it's good it's good And when it's bad it's good I know I can't complain Over rivers I have run The rocks, the roads all older than the sun I want to share this with someone but there's no way When I misbehave What I mean Caught up in between Who I am and who I am supposed to be I know it's me, it's silly A loved one dies And the cars drive by As though they never notice Never slowing, not at all Where they going? Over mountains I have been To where the air grows rarified and thin I want to share the shape I'm in But there's no way When I misbehave When I misbehave When I misbehave When I misbehave