In the shade where I hung my headnThere was no place where I could fit innSo I ran away, never to returnnAnd I found myself flat on my back againnnI’ll be fine…nnAnd I’m throwing stones at a glass housenAnd I’m breaking bone to feel numbnOh, will this house become a home?nI’ll be fine, don’t worry about mennIn the night, I dream what I could have becomenBut these dreams feel like a waste of my timenFind me a map so I could fine where I am atnTo start where I left off, and be the better mannThis time…nnI’ll be fine…nnAnd I’m leaving this all behindnAnd I’ll take the step over the livenTo replace the loss of timen