Maybe I should walk the length of Chestnut Street
The February snow falls to the city beat
I count my steps like worry that comes over me
and window-shop for jobs to get back on my feet.
I wish I could stop the voices in your head
Or make them say only good things and never bad
I wish I could learn to be much more like you
I could love myself much better than I do.
Hold me in,
Let me go.
Hold me in.
I don't know which way you turn.
And it's easier, I'm sure, to use a city map
Can't you find yourself by wandering til the parts connect?
Until the drugs that fill your lungs start feeling overdone
And the alcohol just slows your brain, just thins your blood.
Hold me in,
Let me go.
Hold me in.
I don't know which way you turn.