Text: Max Webster. Distressed.

She took the morning lightly across my eyes
She sees faces but not her own, her own
I don't want to use you, baby, but you sound confused
Are you taking on prestige, baby?
Because you've been abused, abused

I am perplexed, I am distressed
Where did I park my wheels?
Where did I park my wheels?

Way deep down inside your heart is so far apart
From the world I'd call my home, my home
Would you laugh if I told you selfish is easy
Or just lay here say nothing at all? Silence

Way deep down inside your heart is so far apart
From the world I'd call my home, my home
I am distressed