Rita - Los Lobos

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