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 alright... 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."