Not Always Alright

I lay here troubled, cut down deep by what I cannot foresee.
My pains are doubled, because of what they keep on telling me.
And I don't know, oh will I ever know for sure,
When I find the roads I've traveled all my life are not that pure.

These problems are bigger, and truer than how i know myself,
And I find myself questioning the things I'd accepted
And put away on the shelf.
And oh, for the million miles I'd walk just to see you smile,
It would be worth it all, but I keep on fall...ing.

Maybe it's cause I keep telling myself
That everythings for nought,
But I know in my head I can't let myself
Fall down through that one thought.

Maybe the problem's that I keep thinking
That if what I do is all they see
Then it's allright, but it's not alright;
I'm not alright!

I'm scared, afraid of what I can do and what I can't do at the same time.
It's just the same old line again and again and again.
And now I'm listening for my friends but they've long gone away;
They've all got a home to go to.
The sparrows have got a home to go to.
The McDonalds Seagulls have got a home to go to.
The Wendy's Pigeons have go a home to go to.
The drooling nieghborhood bulldog has got a home to go to.
The street cats might not have a home to go to,
But they make do.

So tired of this same old routine,
Where they ask you "How ya doin'?"
And you know they don't mean what they say,
And you're not, but you say "Fine" anyway.

And what I long for, though it seems far away
Is that maybe somehow, some far-off day,
All these people would come to their senses
And maybe start takin' some chances.

And maybe make somethin' beautiful with this life.
And maybe start start takin' the darkness out of this light.