She was a darkness, but she was music
Gave me a voice, but I couldn't use it
I'm gonna wander I guess, I will fend for me
Things worked out, I learned about love
I like myself - even the whacked out stuff
But I keep getting lost inside your fantasy
Am I still on track?
Can you cut me a little slack?
I'm still digging and finding that
My light's on the inside
How long can I keep the peace?
I thought you'd be here with me
It's all moving way too quick for my head to get right
In Garden City, three in the morning
There are two at the bar, one of them's snoring
I brought my guitar, they're playing Karate Kid
Say, who'd you pay off to get this crowd?
You're awfully young, and they're terribly loud
But get in touch when you make it big
Are we still on track?
Let's cut ourselves a little slack
Because we keep digging and finding that
The light's on the inside
How long can we keep the peace?
I thought they'd be here with me
It's all moving way too quick for my head to get right
Chances!
Taking chances is my lifeline!
Sometimes I wander back into your brain
(I know my healing caused you pain)
But I'm not your mortal sin!
Come with me! Start again!