When the tired horns begin to blow
And raindrops freeze into deep snow
Will you pick up the flow?
Can you help me to grow?
When the old strings begin to snap
And the new ones are just a lot of crap
Will you keep us on track?
Can you cut us some slack?
On the way to working it out
My mind's got its reasons and it's got its doubts
Sometimes I'm wide open
And sometimes I'm blind
But I've got some baggage
To leave behind in time
"Anytime you're feeling introverted
Sit yourself in the director's chair
Untwist that tongue and sit right up
And speak your mind loud and clear"
And how could I say no to that?
And what exactly is left to fear?