I'm high but I'm grounded.
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed...
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby.
everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine.
I've got one hand in my pocket,
I feel drunk but I'm sober.
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah.
I care but I'm worthless.
I'm here but I'm really gone.
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby!
What it all comes down to?
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet:
I've got one hand in my pocket,
And the other one is giving the peace sign.
I'm free but I'm focused,
I'm green but I'm wise.
I'm sad but I'm laughing,
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit!
I'm sick but I'm pretty, baby.
And what it all boils down to?
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet:
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano...
What it all comes down to, my friends?
Is that everything's just fine, fine, fine.