In the shade where I hung my head There was no place where I could fit in So I ran away, never to return And I found myself flat on my back again I'll be fine… And I'm throwing stones at a gla** house And I'm breaking bone to feel numb Oh, will this house become a home? I'll be fine, don't worry about me
In the night, I dream what I could have become But these dreams feel like a waste of my time Find me a map so I could fine where I am at To start where I left off, and be the better man This time… I'll be fine… And I'm leaving this all behind And I'll take the step over the live To replace the loss of time