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." 

("Relief!..." "Relief!...") 

"I'm fine."