A slow cure, a quick fix
And I might hear the end of this
Cool days, warm nights
And we just may get things right

Until I sit back and wonder why
As I pull the needle from my eye
I know I have much more to give
As I cross my heart and I hope to live
A lot better than this

Today I’m just not myself
I’m guilty from somebody else
Nother times, nother ways
But they hurt me just the same

Should I care do you know
Should I let my feelings go with the wind
Should I be, no not me
Some rehearsed insanity
And again I will

Sit back and wonder why
As I pull the needle from my eye
I know I have much more to give
As I cross my heart and I hope to live
A lot better than this