Here I am sitting in my big red chair.
I can see you standing over there.
You don't know what's going on inside.

I've been walking miles inside my mind.
Trying to keep the rhythm of the rhyme.
But it seems to be all out of time.

I'm on my way back home walking through the pouring rain.
Won't you come and join me, I'll show you real pain.

If you could see things through my eyes.
You would not ask for alibys.
You seek no truth, only lies.

I do not truely care to see.
The way you say things ought to be.
It works for you, it won't for me.

I'm on my way back home walking through the pouring rain.
Won't you come and join me, I'll show you real pain.