Too many people about   Telling me what to do with myself   It's hard to get around   Walking on soft, soft ground      Well they can say what they feel   'Cause I'm completely foreign   I know it's clear, it's putting   My mind, my mind at ease      She's reliable but demanding   She orders me about   She often keeps on wanting   'Til the morning light is out      Too many mouths   Arguing over nothing   It's hard to get around   Walking on soft, soft ground