Too Much Of Anything — The Who

I think these hands have felt a lot, I don't know, what have I touched, I think these eyes have seen a lot, I don't know, maybe they've seen too much.

I think this brain has thought a lot, Searching, trying to find the crutch, I think this heart has bled once too often, This time it's bled a bit too much.

Too much of anything, too much for me, Too much of everything gets too much for me.

I can't remember before '49, But I know that '48 was there, My ears let in what I should speak out, Hmmm, there's something in the air.

Ooh, I've overloaded on my way, Bye, bye, bye, bye, you better keep in touch. Think your ears hear a whole lot of music, And like me they've caught a bit too much.

Too much of anything, is too much for me, Too much of everything gets too much for me.

I think these hands have felt a lot, I don't know, what have I touched, I think these eyes have seen a lot, I don't know, maybe they've seen too much.

I think this brain has thought a lot, Oh, searching, trying to find the crutch, I think these ears hear a whole lot of music, And like me they've heard a bit too much.

Too much of anything, is too much for me, Too much of everything gets too much for me.