There’s a lot on my mind I’ve been thinking
When you ask me what's wrong, I don’t know
I don't need you to make a prescription
What I need is a hand I could hold

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
Time I could cry, time to feel low

Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods
Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
Time I could cry, time to feel low

Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods
Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
Time I could cry, time to feel low

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
Time I could cry, time to feel low