You can't feel it in the fingers   Running over skin   Or in the shapes of moonlit shadows   When everything grows dim   Or in the calm voice that embraces   When everything goes foul   With whirring engines automatically   Designed to help      Why are you so turned around?   Why are you so turned around?      You can't see it in the clouds   That drift above your reach   Pushed by winds from distant places   Speaking distant speech   And you can't see it in your blindness   To everything so small   That defines you, that combines you   To everything that's all      Why are you so turned around?   Why are you so turned around?      You can't hear it move around you   And everything it seems   It's like the thought of running from    The meadow to the trees   And you can't hear it when you rub   The moss into your ears   Like (???)   Falling gently away from all your fears      Why are you so turned around?   Why are you so turned around?