From the Swamp
Archie Marshall
It's informing claustrophobia
You've been waiting for the end of the line
Where all those big bad thoughts go
I don't know where I slept last night
At least no insomnia
I won't go to sleep for a while
You always ask, "Hey, what's wrong with ya?"
Deep rest for the third kind
I must forget you to the back my mind
Not to drown in my sorrow
Because if it's from the swamp then
Back it goes
I must have met you in another life
Or so it goes
If you think I'm letting you wade on through
All the emotions I own
And if it's from the swamp
Then back it goes
But if it's from the swamp
Then back it goes
Back it goes, back it goes
Back it goes, back it goes