I've fallen out of style
I put it all down, put it all down
But in a moment I would carry you around
We might need everything
But we'll do it our way, do it our way
And we'll find what's left in us to celebrate
And I must admit the boy inside is me
He's sad to find, long at last
It's not as bad as he had dreamed about
He's standing proud for all the world to see
He's let it go let it out
I've fallen out of touch
Is it turning out well, turning out well?
And would I know it is without a way to tell
All of our troubles, but I don't wanna go home
Don't wanna go home
Hate to see that little man alone
Is the joy we found a trap?
I'll tear apart my past
Is the joy we found a trap where others fell?
