Tired and uninspired

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."