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)