Soft Ground

Too many people about Telling me what to do with myself It's hard to get around Walking on soft, soft ground Well they can say what they feel 'Cause I'm completely foreign I know it's clear, it's putting My mind, my mind at ease She's reliable but demanding She orders me about She often keeps on wanting 'Til the morning light is out Too many mouths Arguing over nothing It's hard to get around Walking on soft, soft ground