Today, I feel close to ill It seems to be alright Steady hands and steady feet I push you far behind Miles to go, I'm drifting slow This wholesome life of mine Mother told us not to go No fingers in the fire Alright I am only as good as you want me to be I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak I am only as good as you want me to be I don't know what I'm doing It's easy to see Mmm Pages after pages I write for me and no one else Standing tall, no brick in the wall I take care of myself Fickle is as fickle does As solitary links