The Basket

I wake up And nothing is where it should be Why do these things happen to me?
I thought I was free
Now I appear to be
A standing stone
You knock me over
You knock me over
Come on and do it again
Conversations
How we run into the cellar door
Yeh I’m a backstroke swimmer for sure
To the basket I’ll return for evermore
You knock me over
You knock me over
You knock me over
And lately I’ve been getting a feeling
I’ve been running backwards down the stairs
In a masterpiece that no one bothered painting
Everybody’s too busy with those baskets of theirs
You knock me over
You knock me over
Don’t remember anything
Anything at all
You knock me over
You knock me over
Now it’s happening again
There’s something wrong with my head
Is this heaven ahead