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