Friday, June 08, 2007
It's all I think about
Tonight's one of those nights where I wish I could just fall asleep and forget everything about CF, missing work, being exhausted, etc. My mind is "working overtime" as my dad would say. The lyrics of Patty Lovelace's song "I Try to Think About Elvis" pretty much sum it up. My brain jumps from topic to topic, but no matter where it takes me, I keep coming back to the fact that I'm stuck at home because of stupid CF. I'm not at work because of stupid CF.
I try to think about Elvis, Memphis, Oprah in the afternoon;
I try to think about palm trees fig leaves the creature of the black lagoon;
I try to think about high heels, and good deals anything to get me through...
I just can't concentrate you're all I think about these days
I try to contemplate the cosmos, what goes round and round the sky at night;
I try to think about champagne, freight trains slowly rolling out of sight;
I try to focus on the headlines, street crimes, everytime I think I might.
I just can't concentrate you're all I think about these days
My mind wanders where it will when it settles right on you.
I forget what I should say I forget what I should do;
I try to think about Shakespeare, leap year, the Beatles or the Rolling Stones;
I try to think about hairdo's, tattoos, Sushi bars and saxophones;
I try to think about the talk shows, new clothes
But I guess I should have known;
I just can't concentrate you're all I think about these days;
You're all I think about these days
I try to think about Elvis, Memphis, Oprah in the afternoon;
I try to think about palm trees fig leaves the creature of the black lagoon;
I try to think about high heels, and good deals anything to get me through...
I just can't concentrate you're all I think about these days
I try to contemplate the cosmos, what goes round and round the sky at night;
I try to think about champagne, freight trains slowly rolling out of sight;
I try to focus on the headlines, street crimes, everytime I think I might.
I just can't concentrate you're all I think about these days
My mind wanders where it will when it settles right on you.
I forget what I should say I forget what I should do;
I try to think about Shakespeare, leap year, the Beatles or the Rolling Stones;
I try to think about hairdo's, tattoos, Sushi bars and saxophones;
I try to think about the talk shows, new clothes
But I guess I should have known;
I just can't concentrate you're all I think about these days;
You're all I think about these days
