Maybe I'm not, ready

Or maybe you're all doing

What you think, is best

Maybe we are just different

Fall asleep, cut yourself off

Shush now, go to bed

Early death, the garden

The neck brace, in the shed

Goodbye friend, don't forget

Maybe I'm not, like the rest

Maybe you act, too old for me

Retire, before you have achieved

Before you have done anything with your life

Maybe we are just different

Your fingers link through mine, lead me to the other side

Your fingers link through mine, lead me to the other side

Your fingers link through mine, lead me to the other side

Your fingers link through mine

Yet we haven't found a compromise

Maybe I'm not, ready

Maybe I'm not, ready

Hey

Your fingers link through mine, lead me to the other side

Your fingers link through mine, lead me to the other side

Your fingers link through mine, lead me to the other side

Your fingers link through mine

Yet we haven't found a compromise