Here I am sitting in my big red chair
I can see you standing over there
You don't know what's going on inside
I've been walking miles inside my mind
Trying to keep the rhythm of the rhyme
But it seems to be all out of time
I'm on my way back home walking through the pouring rain
Won't you come and join me, I'll show you real pain
If you could see things through my eyes
You would not ask for alibys
You seek no truth, only lies
I do not truely care to see
The way you say things ought to be
It works for you, it won't for me
I'm on my way back home walking through the pouring rain
Won't you come and join me, I'll show you real pain