I'm high but I'm grounded...
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed...
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby.

What it all comes down to,
Is that everthing's gonna be fine, fine, fine.
I've got one hand in my pocket,
And the other one is giving a high five.

I feel drunk but I'm sober...
I'm young and I'm underpaid...
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah.

I care but I'm restless...
I'm here but I'm really gone...
I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby.

What it all comes down to,
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright.
I've got one hand in my pocket,
And the other is flicking a cigarette.

What is all comes down to,
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet.
I've got one hand in my pocket,
And the other one is giving the peace sign.

I'm free but I'm focused...
I'm green but I'm wise...
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby.

I'm sad but I'm laughing...
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit...
I'm sick but I'm pretty, baby.

What it all boils down to,
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet.
I've got one hand in my pocket,
And the other one is playing the piano.

What it all comes down to my friends,
Is that everything's just fine, fine, fine.
I've got one hand in my pocket,
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...