Song: Vonda Shepard

 

 There is a fire within all of us 

 There is a river flowing in your soul 

 To put out the fire when it gets out of control 

 There is a stranger in all of us 

 That we try to get to know 

 There is a wise woman in there, too 

 She's trying to run the show 

 

 I can not escape the constant equipoise 

 In between the mischief and control 

 Swinging from the pendulum of desires 

 In between the mischief and control 

 

 There is a painter in all of us 

 She knows exactly which brush to choose 

 She knows exactly where to make a stroke 

 But there's an army of voices 

 She might have to get through 

 There is a writer in all of us, yeah 

 He knows what to say and he knows when it's done 

 But then there's this twenty-foot blank page 

 You gotta fill, darling 

 Or you think your life has no meaning 

 

 I can not escape the constant equipoise 

 In between the mischief and control 

 Swinging from the pendulum of desires 

 In between the mischief and control 

 

 Excuses piling up like junkyards 

 We never want to sort through 

 Efficiently we hide our needs 

 And all along a voice is calling out please, please 

 'Cause I'm so hungry and I'm so tired 

 I feel so lonely, I feel so wired 

 I need my angel...where is my angel