In a way you’re going under
In a way it’s all been done before
In a way you lost your thunder
In a way it’s a closing of a door

In a way you’re breaking even
In a way it’s barely making up
For the time you wasted drinking
From a cup it’s never full enough

And I don’t know what frames the pictures in your mind
or the walls that you hang behind
I hope that you will find
a way to paint outside the lines

You could say it’s what you live for
You could say it’s breathing at it’s best
In a way I can’t believe that
You would trade in all your thoughts for his

And I don’t know what frames the pictures in your mind
or the walls that you hang behind
I hope that you will find
a way to paint outside the lines

You already set yourself out to sea
You see who told all your secrets to me

And I don’t know what frames the pictures in your mind
or the walls that you hang behind
I hope that you will find
a way to paint outside the lines