Tired and uninspired
I shouldn't be hard to find...
I'll be the one with my big mouth moving;
my big words, saying nothing.
I hope you know
it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore,
and so afraid of everything.
I'm keeping inside; living in my mind;
hoping that the telephone don't ring
with, "It's all right... pain is universal, baby"
and worrying about what I'm going to sing.
I'm staying in, and saving up my energy.
I know my day is coming.
And when I find it, I will rewind it
(and play it over again a hundred times).
And when I hear it, I will not fear it
I will say it back again, and say, "I'm fine."