The moment I thought I knew where I was standing, counting minutes by the beat of my hands tapping, all the walls are covered in my fault. I once wrote a song, the meaning was lost when my words came out wrong. But you all held it down, you all held it to me to sing it out loud. Just understand that I don't want to do this again. We grew apart, and I can feel for once that I belong somewhere else. Will it sell? And will the kids define it as something that breaks the ground, and all the things that don't amount to anything at all? Back on Lafayette we were so unsure. I can still hear your laugh back from where we were. So don't walk too far. You won't see a thing. And don't feel, so bad, don't feel, so bad.