Texty: Paul McCartney. Memory Almost Full. Feet In The Clouds.

The teacher said I had my head in the clouds
They directed, I suspected, disconnected, had it my way
On the street, I had my feet on the ground
Stood corrected, well protected, resurrected, had it my way

I've got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
I know that I'm not a square as long as they're not around
But I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
Yes, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard

Love is fab, it's like a stab in the heart
My hidden treasure, made to measure, for my pleasure, I had it my way

I've got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
I know that I'm not a square as long as they're not around
But I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
Oh, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
Yes, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard

I've got my feet in the clouds, head on the ground
I'm not a square as long as they're not around
Yeah, but I find it so hard, I find it so hard