When you're told about the landslide on the front end Is it fair to cry? When you see some old hen has composed and bread is busted Do you dare to try Oh no, Oh no All these trees of flame and cellophane Slip a film strip through a membrane It's pulling backwards through the feeder And that's a good thing It's pulling backwards Why do you try to hide it from your old man on the front porch You can't fool the fool I can see you smiling, laughing, waving, pointing at me From across the pool It's true, It's true I'm not scared to say I'm not okay But I'm terrified to stay this way I'm not afraid to say I need her And that's a good thing It's pulling backwards I'm not scared to say I'm not okay But I'm terrified to stay this way Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid I'm not scared to say I'm not okay But I'm terrified to stay this way Ashamed, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed I'm not scared to say I'm not okay But I'm terrified to stay this way Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid I'm not scared to say I'm not okay But I'm terrified to stay this way Ashamed, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed