Haven't a clue Who follows who Haven't the foggiest notion of what I'm expected to do I'm doing fine Trusting in mine And other kinds Where is my bed Where is my room Where are the friendlier people that I sometimes used to cling to I'm doing fine Trusting in mine And other kinds Losing my sight Distorting the view Feeling no feeling at all but an urge to lie down and renew I'm doing fine Trusting in mine And other kinds