In an old, cold prison
Take the painting off my wall
And I'm back where I began
This story has a lot of turns
And alternative endings
Pick me up and glue me together
To the misfit I used to be

The beginning of tomorrow
Is a blessing for today
The end to my sorrow
And an end to this play

But I change and so will you
In your old, cold prison
I'll take the painting off your wall
Take you back where you began
This story has a lot of turns
But there's just one ending
If I reach out, did you fade away
Do you stand up and fight