I'm Alright

Sheets of paper, crumpled, strewn across the floor

Vapid rhymes and hackneyed metaphors

But the mailman brought a song to my door

And I'm alright

I'm alright

I'll bleed myself until my soul runs out of ink

Won't let the TV try to tell me what to think

Watch the water as it drains out of the sink

And I'm alright

I can't tell you what day it is today

I don't need to know that anyway

Plant tomorrow and let yesterday decay

I'm alright

I'm alright

The way it sounds when truth and music interlace

When fear and hate are overwhelmed by love and grace

The way the sun feels when it's shining on my face

And I'm alright

I wrote a song to make today make sense

Got a broken heart as a consequence

But the gain was worth the expense

And I'm alright

I'm alright