She's had a psychotic dream For the last ten days She feels as if she's sinking In and out, in and out, in and out of She combs up her hair She think she's a queen Starts telling all the choir boys she's this She dresses in black only for the occasion She thinks she's a negro, but she's only Caucasian She can't tune in She can't tune in She can't get off that bus Can't get off that bus She can't grab hold She can't grab hold She's a mess, this girl And Instead of watching my own dream This is not what it seems; so calculated Now that it's completed I'm cautious with daylight I'm frightened by sunlight But I know those nights has to keep me from harm She can't tune in She can't tune in She can't get off that bus Can't get off that bus Can't grab hold She can't grab hold She's a mess, this girl Please try Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm Keep on keeping me from harm