Low Millions

There's a sign on my door Says I'm not here anymore 'Cause I've been missing for so long I can't remember where I've gone I wish to hell that I could cry I'd feel better Count me in, I'm one of the low millions Like her, like him Just one of the low millions I'm disconnected to myself There isn't anybody else That I can point to who I know Who isn't being torn by the undertow I wish to hell that I could cry I'll feel better Count me in, I'm one of the low millions Like her, like him Just one of the low millions I'm an alien in my own skin I'm fishing where the ice is thin I'm holding it all up with safety pins I'm sitting on nitroglycerin I wish to hell that I could cry I'd feel better Count me in, I'm one of the low millions Like her, like him Just one of the low millions I'm an alien in my own skin I'm fishing where the ice is thin I'm holding it all up with safety pins I'm sitting on nitroglycerin And I, I'm one of the low millions And I, I'm one of the low millions Lookin' down Lookin' down Lookin' down Lookin' down