Only Superstition

The cardboard head I see

Has found its way to me

Its out and its out and its out

Making me cry

I sleep but I will not move

I'm too scared to leave my room

But I won't be defeated, oh no

R: What if cars don't go my way

And its sure to spoil my day?

But in voices loud and clear you say to me;

"Its only superstition

Its only your imagination

Its only all the things that you fear

And the things from which you can't escape"

Keep clean for the thousandth time

Stand still and wait in line

Some numbers are better than others

Oh no

R: What if cars...

And its making me cry, and its making me cry

And I'm slipping away, I'm slipping away

Its only superstition, only your imagination

And its only superstition, only superstition.