One foot in the ground 
Can't hold down a job 
quite the way I used to 
No no oh oo oh 
So scared of the dark 
I fold my hands to God 
And pray that I'm still useful 
So so oh oo oh 
Seems like only yesterday 
everything was restin’ in it's proper place 
‘Strong wind came from miles away 
and it looks as if it's truly tryna stay here 

And it gets hard pickin’ up the pieces 
I can’t do this by myself 
I need someone to help 
Cause it's so hard pickin’ up the pieces 
though they seem so out of place 
I can't throw none away 

Thousand days of road 
Picture’s still not clear 
Fragments that don't fit together 
What are they doing here 
If I keep fallin' down 
I'll need a diagram 
to help me examine 
Who I really am 
With no one else around 
Who's fault is it now 
Should I blame it on the doubt 
or just scream out really loud 

With all of these pieces 
Still can't find no peace yet 
I stretch out my fingers 
but it’s just beyond reach 

And it gets hard pickin’ up the pieces 
I can’t do this by myself 
I need someone to help 
Cause it's so hard pickin’ up the pieces 
though they seem so out of place 
I can't throw none away 

So I look out on my window pane 
Dustin’ off my cold remains 
Hope to catch a second wind 
So I can be whole again 
Watching the world as it divides 
unequal opposing sides 
puzzled pieces pose as men 
so I guess ‘til then 
I’ll keep pickin’ em up 
I’ll be pickin’ em up