another look and swallow/ Holding the hand of hard times/ And fallout/ It could be worse...my star could fall

 Pacified by little things/ Tones of beige and green seem/ To halt a scream in waiting/ All red eyes, all heads thinking/ No one says
 anything I can/ Hear down here on the floor/ Where I belong

 Too young to find the horses/ Too young fighting causes/ I get overwhelmed/ And I feel three days old

 Another day goes and fails/ The people lose control just 'cause / Things are going slow/ Your corduroy coat has left you/ Just when
 you're feeling the wind/ And cold/ Then comes a rain of old thoughts/ That always have to wreck my high/ And bring me down

 You and I are not the same/ You like everything/ Arms wave in a spin, blown by/ Things I've hated, I've faded to the point/ Where I'm
 not all there/ Curled up on the floor/ Where I belong