The radio's on, the song they play   Can't make no sense of what they say   I couldn't tell you if I knew      Don't understand most things I see   In the blue light of the TV   I couldn't tell you what to do      Rita, it all just seems too much   And sometimes maybe not enough   My head is so, so filled up      And Rita, I guess I think too much   Or maybe sometimes not enough   My head is always so filled up      I hold the phone close to my ear   Can't recognize the voice I hear   Couldn't remember what they said      The newspaper stacks up on the step   I can't believe how long I slept   Now why should I get out of bed      Rita, it all just seems too much   And sometimes maybe not enough   My head is so, so filled up      And Rita, I guess I think too much   Or maybe sometimes not enough   My head is always so filled up      There was a thing floating way up there   Was it a wish or another prayer   It was just stuck, stuck up in the air