Get Little

I hopped on a south bound with my head in the clouds thought I'd prove a few wrong maybe make a few proud but just like every other time there's no rhyme or reason just a reason for a rhyme I must be out of my mind for crying out loud I'm gonna get little Lord I'm gonna get small Gonna keep on shrinking till I'm not here at all just me and the molecules with plenty to spare won't take up too much space won't breathe too much air I never meant to be "touched in the head" It's seldom clear to me, what i just said I know I'm better off living and breathing instead cause I already know what it's like to be dead The baggage that I carry with me I just bring along, for my daily dose of self pity and the occasional song Honestly I'd love to be what everybody wants to see but all these years have made it so clear that it just ain't me, it ain't never gonna be the right, the left , the middle and the status quo Have in no uncertain terms given me the old heave ho time to go now I'm gonna get little Lord I'm gonna get small gonna keep on shrinking till I'm not here at all I won't have to hide what I ain't got won't have to worry bout who I am not I'm gonna get little Lord, I'm gonna get small Gonna keep on shrinking till I'm not here at all Just me and the molecules floating in the air won't take up too much room, won't breathe too much air. I hopped on a south bound with my head in the clouds thought I'd prove a few wrong maybe make a few proud but just like every other time there's no rhyme or reason, just a reason for a rhyme I must be out of my mind for crying out loud.