Confusion

Well, when I woke up this morning

The sky was so bright

It?d been a raining for days

Now it seemed like everything was a gonna be alright

But still those November winds keep a blowing

And I?m forgetting just where to begin

And then I?m lost in confusion again

Yes, I?m lost in confusion again

Well, the broom straw is a dying

Various shades of brown

And over the hill I can see the skyline

Of the most famous Georgia college town

Still those November winds keep a blowing

And I?m forgetting just where to begin

Then I?m lost in confusion again

Yes, I?m lost in confusion again

Just when I think I?ve tied up all my little ravels

I come across a new row of tatters

It seems I?m getting sick of a taking care of

Life and other matters

Well, there?s a few hundred blackbirds

That?s a covering my yard

They're a falling from the trees like pecans

Except they ain?t hitting the ground quite as hard

Still those November winds keep on a blowing

And I?m forgetting just where to begin

And I?m lost in confusion again

Yes, I?m lost in confusion again