On Top Of My Head
Where in the world did I put them
Are they on the table by my bed
Oh I hope I have not lost them
There’s a sense of growing dread
I’ve torn the house apart in search
And found some other things instead
But I still have not found what I’m looking for
A few bad words, might have been said
Then someone points out the obvious
And my face starts turning red
Why here’s my silly glasses
Sitting right on top of my head