Head Hurts

Eskimo Joe

You wake up some days and your head hurts 
Like none of the lights in your house work 
You've been up all night spending other people's money 
It's time to slow down from the speed that you're running 

It's hard sometimes being yourself 
Like discarded rags on your top shelf 
You put on the clothes you know fit you once
But you're out of fashion and she's out of class

Everyone's always asking 
When we're going away 
No one's ever saying 
When are we here to stay 
There's a hole in my pocket 
And a pressure in my head
Who are all these people 
Getting me out of bed 

You wake up some days and your head hurts
Like none of the lights in your house work 
You've been up all night spending other people's money 
It's time to slow down from the speed that you're running 

Everyone's always asking 
When we're going away 
No one's ever saying 
When are we here to stay 
There's a hole in my pocket 
And a pressure in my head 
Who are all these people 
Waking up the dead 

Hey now, holy cow 
I don't know what I was thinking 
Oh see, look at me 
We don't know what we were thinking 
But that's all right Yeah,
that's all right