Chorus
I`m all mixed up, I`m all mixed up about,
All mixed up about you
And no I can`t find no reason
To explain the way that I feel
I remember things being clearer
At one time things were more real
(Repeat Chorus)
I`m not lookin` for sympathy
I`m just frightened by this apathy
Like footsteps way in the back of me
On a narrow street of stone
And if time will answer all questions
Then perhaps a film will be shown
Everyone could mail-order tickets
Yeah, you could sell a lot of shirts
For the last picture show
(Repeat Chorus)