There's a little man inside my head
He's in charge of the engine
He runs on just 10 watts!
He's changing gears all the time
Making sure I wake up… and sleep
Mostly I don't even know he's there
Sometimes I wonder what he gets up to, when I'm not paying attention

This little man inside my head
He keeps the whole system in balance
And he runs on just 10 watts!
When I forget things, sometimes, he reminds me
If the engine gets stuck in a loop, he'll try and shut it down for a little while
Occasionally, he heads towards the front and looks out the window

Depending on what's out there, he might tell me to keep quiet, and don't say that thing which was balancing on the tip of my tongue
The little man inside my head
He gets tired sometimes
Tired of telling me the same thing, over and over
Sometimes I feel, like… I'm disappointing him
But he tells me it doesn't matter
Because it's too late
It's too late