I shouldn't be hard to find...    I'll be the one with my big mouth moving;    my big words, saying nothing.    I hope you know    it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore,    and so afraid of everything.    I'm keeping inside; living in my mind;    hoping that the telephone don't ring   with, "It's all right... pain is universal, baby"   and worrying about what I'm going to sing.    I'm staying in, and saving up my energy.    I know my day is coming.    And when I find it, I will rewind it    (and play it over again a hundred times).    And when I hear it, I will not fear it   I will say it back again, and say, "I'm fine."    ("Relief!..." "Relief!...")    "I'm fine."