| Well I used to walk along the opposite side of the road
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| And made others get out of my way
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| I used to think that I could just sit and wait for the times
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| But I know I should meet them halfway
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| I’m halfway home and I’m on, on my own
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| I’m halfway there and I don’t care, no I don’t mind
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| I plan to leave here after supper time
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| That’s when traffic is light, all I need is a sign
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| And I’ll be alright. |
| I’ll be fine
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| Well I used to think that I could just sleep and then I would dream
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| And everything it would just come to me
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| Until I woke one day without anything to eat
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| Lying on the opposite side of the street
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| I’m halfway home and I’m still out, still out on my own
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| I’m halfway there and I don’t care, no I don’t mind
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| Because it is not my time not to stay or say
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| Well I can’t say, but you can bet that I will, I will play my heart out
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| I won’t lay
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| I used to think that I could just sit and wait for the times
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| But I know I gotta meet them somewhere out there halfway
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| I’m halfway home I tried running with the flow
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| I’m halfway there. |
| is it funny how everybody seems to care
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| I planned to get there around supper time their serving up bread and wine
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| All I needed was a sign and I guess I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be alright
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| It seems to be a running theme about being fine and alright but I don’t mind
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| Because I’ll be fine and alright
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| I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine |