I don’t live in London, Paris, New York or LA

I don’t get premonitions that will help to lead the way

I’ve got a heart that won’t give in

And still they say I’m made of tin

They tell me I won’t make it

And they kick me when I’m down

Well that’s just what I need to hear

To turn my life around

I put up some kind of a fight

And when they turn me in I’ll tell them

That I’ve come to far to stop now

Finally

Everything seems to be alright and working itself out

Might be all I need

To keep me from exploding into little pieces

When I’m on the money and the money’s not on me

I sneak in through the back door and into happyland for free

It keeps me smiling for today

Maybe tomorrow I will stay

Ya da da da da da da

I got a lot to figure out

But there’s no doubt what I was made for

Call the army I’ve gone AWOL

Finally

Everything seems to be alright and working itself out

Might be all I need

To keep me from exploding into little pieces

Little pieces

Get me to the airport and put me on a plane

I’ve got an explanation but I’ve no time to explain

My battery is running low

And when all is said I must be on my way

I really must go