Melancholy - Timothy B. Schmit

I don’t know what it’s all about

Should I sit down or maybe go out?

It’s one of those days

I’ve got nothing to say

And I don’t know what it’s all about

Should I turn on my TV?

And let it do my thinking for me

I’m losing the fight

Guess I’ll wait for the night

And see if the moon is free

Aimless, pacing around

It’s such a mystery

Sighing, eyes to the ground

Oh, pitiful me

And I don’t know what it’s all about

There’s not enough answers and too much doubt

It’s a sunny day

But everything’s gray

And I don’t know what it’s all about

If you could read my mind

Would you be able to see where I hide?

Now I’m fading fast

I hope this won’t last

'Cause it’s such a waste of time

I can’t see past my face

Way too self-absorbed

Floating right into space

And you can’t take any more

And I don’t know what it’s all about

I’m so tucked in I can’t see out

I’m taking no stance

Gonna sit out this dance

And I don’t know what it’s all about

It’s one of those days

I’ve got nothing to say

And I don’t know what it’s all about

I don’t know what it’s all about