| It ain’t alright, the hardness of my head | 
| Now close your eyes and spin around | 
| Say, hard times, you could find | 
| That it ain’t the way that you want | 
| But it’s still alright | 
| Late at night, do you lay around wondering? | 
| Counting all the lines, it ain’t so funny now | 
| Say, times are hard, you get this far | 
| But it ain’t the way that you want | 
| I’ll be damned if this old man | 
| Don’t start to counting his losses | 
| But it’s still alright | 
| They say you learn a lot out there | 
| How to scorch and burn | 
| Gonna have to bury your friends | 
| And then you’ll find it gets worse | 
| Standing out on the ledge | 
| With no way to get down | 
| Start praying for wings to grow | 
| Oh, baby, just let go | 
| I ain’t alright, you keep spinning out ahead | 
| It was cold outside when I hit the ground | 
| Say, I could sleep here, forget all the fear | 
| It will take time to grow | 
| Maybe, I don’t know | 
| Hey, tonight, if you think about it again | 
| Remembering all the times that you pointed out | 
| Say, the glass is clear, but all this fear | 
| Starts a-leaving a mark | 
| Your idle hands are all that stands | 
| From your time in the dark | 
| But it’s still alright |