Chorus I'm all mixed up, I'm all mixed up about, All mixed up about you And no I can't find no reason To explain the way that I feel I remember things being clearer At one time things were more real (Repeat Chorus) I'm not lookin' for sympathy I'm just frightened by this apathy Like footsteps way in the back of me On a narrow street of stone And if time will answer all questions Then perhaps a film will be shown Everyone could mail-order tickets Yeah, you could sell a lot of shirts For the last picture show (Repeat Chorus)