Today, I feel close to ill
It seems to be alright
Steady hands and steady feet
I push you far behind
Miles to go, I'm drifting slow
This wholesome life of mine
Mother told us not to go
No fingers in the fire
Alright
I am only as good as you want me to be
I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak
I am only as good as you want me to be
I don't know what I'm doing
It's easy to see
Mmm
Pages after pages I write for me and no one else
Standing tall, no brick in the wall
I take care of myself
Fickle is as fickle does
As solitary links