I keep looking for a place to fitnWhere I can speak my mindnAnd I keep trying hard to find the peoplenThat I won't leave behindnThey say I got brainsnBut they ain't doing me no goodnAnd I wish they couldnEach time things start to happen againnI think I got something good going for myselfnBut what goes wrong?nnSometimes I feel very sadnSometimes I feel so very sadnAnd I guess I just wasn't made for these timesnnEvery time I get the inspirationnTo go change things aroundnNo one wants to help me look for placesnThat new things might be foundnWhere can I turn when my fair weather friends cop outnTell me now what's it all about?nEach time things start to happen againnAnd I think I got something good going for myselfnBut what goes wrong?nnSometimes I feel very sadnAnd I guess I just wasn't made for these times.