Woke up this morning with a pain in my head

I need a doctor and a white linen bed

I'd call for help if only I could

and I know that this can't be good

I know that this can't be good

to be the eye of a needle in the eye of a storm

surrounded by chaos since the day I was born

and I'd strike that day from the books

if only I could

because I know that this can't be good

I know that this can't be good

but if I had money and if I had fame

generosity and goodness

would follow my name

if a had patience and if I had grace

I'd help everyone that I could

but I know that this can't be good

ain't got wheels, so I'm walking,

when I'm walking it rains

when it rains it pours and I'm stuck here again

I'd leave in a second, you know that I would

because I know that this can't be good

I know that this can't be good

but if I had money and if I had fame

the salvation army would know me by name

if I had freedom and a little good luck

I'd help everyone that I could

but I know that this can't be good

and a winner draws a crowd,

but you're alone when you lose

I could use a hot meal and a new pair of shoes

I can hang laundry, scrub floors and chop wood

and I know my prospects ain't good

I know that this can't be good

and I've always been misunderstood