(Benson/Falkner) I've always been this way Never known any other way to feel Got the right of way And all of the others must yield But I'm naked And I'm in school And I can't make it To the door Try to understand That an oyster can only make a pearl
From a grain of sand But from what I don't know comes a girl And I'm trying Not to laugh Feels like I'm dying When we break apart And you take back your heart And it aches in the dark But it makes a tiny spark